George MacDonald's short story, The Wow O' Rivven, paints a beautiful portrait of heaven in contrast to, well, the shadowlands of this earth. I came across it in The Gray Wolf, which I pulled off the shelf again recently. The story has a young maiden who lives a mostly loveless life, and an old fool (the village idiot, if you like) who is harassed by young people. When they die, MacDonald says, they went home to a far better place -- and his description made me cry briefly. Though my life has a lot of joy, I still long for heaven, where all wounds will be healed and all tears dried.
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