Excerpt: Heaven Is
Claudio
stood in the doorway watching his daughter, for once not noticing the thin
bunched carpet, low windows, paint peeling from their sills, the chipped bureau
his wife had rescued from someone else's garbage. Mercedes was kneeling by her bed, intent
upon a project.
"Hey,"
his voice a golden thread, drifting into the room. "What are you doing?"
She
didn't turn. "Drawing," came the
grave reply.
He
moved closer and looked over her shoulder.
A piece of cardboard was balanced on the bed's flowered comforter. She was using markers. Her mother didn't allow markers
upstairs, in the bedroom, but he wouldn't say anything. The cardboard was divided into three
parts.
He
perched on the edge of the bed, careful not to jostle the artist or her
work. "What is it?"
Mercedes
stopped for a moment, tilted her head.
"I'm studying on heaven. On
how to get to heaven." She resumed
drawing.
"You
mean, like what you have to do?"
"No.
"
"You
mean like, a map of how to get there?"
"No."
They
were quiet for a while. Her father
studied the cardboard. In the first
section, there was a picture of eggs, still in their blue shells, a baby bottle
like the one Mercedes had clung to for years, a puppy and what looked like a
drawing of a mother holding a little girl, Mercedes and her mom, no doubt. In the middle section was a picture of a
foal, cut from a magazine, a purple house and the photo of Mercedes' mother she
kept in her backpack, to look at when she was feeling sad at school. The last section showed a group of
full-grown horses, a pizza and a field of pink flowers. Mercedes finished coloring in a crown,
just above the flowers. She sat
back on her heels.
"See,"
she pointed to the blue eggs. "This
is the beginning. On earth. Next, comes life. Regular stuff. Stuff you love, you know? Houses and pets and toys--Ooh! Toys!" She grabbed a green marker and
began adding a teddy bear. While
she drew she whispered, "And then
there's heaven." She added a little
more yellow to the crown. "It's like a chart."
"It's
a great chart." Her father's eyes
filled.
"Dad,
is heaven the same for everyone?"
"I
don't know."
She blinked, surprised. "Oh."
"I
don't know if it's even what we think it is. You remember what your mother always
said, 'God knows best'." Mercedes
nodded. He gathered her onto his
lap. She was taller than he
realized. Her feet almost touched
the floor.
"Put
your heaven on the chart, Daddy."
Claudio
leaned over her and lifted the photo of his wife; kissed it once and laid it in
the section that was heaven.
He
was remembering a conversation he had with his Adelina
long ago, when they were first married and expecting Mercedes.
"Poor,
poor Lourdes! I know there's
something wrong!"
He
laughed. "Adela! You're always worrying about
something! Lourdes has had three
children already. Why would
anything be wrong with this one?"
Adela
frowned. "It's not me. She told me this one feels different. We'll just have to pray for her and the
baby. God knows best."
It
turned out Adela was right. This
one was different. Leukemia. No
sooner was the tiny creature born than she was given a death sentence. Lourdes was out of her mind with grief.
"Claudio,"
Adela had pleaded when Mercedes was delivered, healthy, brown and round, "Lourdes is going to lose her faith. I
know it!"
"Now,
Adelina, didn't you say yourself, 'God knows best'? He'll take care of her."
"Yes,
yes." She bit her lip and then, as
if hurrying would make it hurt less, plunged ahead. "He must be the one who gave me the
idea, then. I couldn't have thought
it up all by myself." She stood
over the bassinet. "We can't know
the depth of her grief, but Claudio, Lourdes is a convert. Her belief is not that strong, not
yet. If she loses Nuria she will lose her faith as well. It will be two deaths, not one. And how will she get into heaven? And here we are with a healthy baby and
a strong faith and--"
"You
cannot be suggesting that we give our precious baby to Lourdes! You cannot even be thinking that she,
that I--"
Adela
put her hands on his shoulders.
They were the same height exactly.
She loved the way she could look straight into his eyes without even
getting on her toes. "Claudio," she
said steadily. "I'm not talking
about giving our child to Lourdes."
"Then
what?"
"To
God."
"What?"
He was incredulous.
"Claudio,
what if God takes our child instead?
What if we ask Him to welcome our Mercedes into His kingdom instead of
taking little Nuria?" Claudio was stunned into silence. "She would go straight to heaven!
Lourdes would have her baby and her faith and--"
"But
she has three other children! She
has a husband! She can have
more! And we--"
Adela
put her hand over his mouth, gently, gently. "Yes, yes. We have only one. But we will have more as well, no?"
"No! I will never agree to such a
thing!" He had stamped and fumed
and nearly hit his precious wife.
"What kind of a God do you think He is, that He would make such a
bargain with you?"
His
anger was proof that he believed God would do just as she suggested, that He
would sacrifice an innocent life to save the souls of others. She loved Claudio's faith, his devotion
to God and to her and their new family.
She would not ask again.
"You are right, doubtless. I
was only looking for a solution.
God knows best." She
picked up the baby and fed her, though it was not yet time.
Claudio
passed his hand over his eyes. That
was so long ago. What kind of God,
indeed. Nuria
had died at three. Lourdes had left
the church. Now Adela was gone
too. What would he have done
without his Mercedes? Perhaps God
really did know best. He pressed
his face into her hair.
"Daddy,
are you crying?"
"No,
Love. Only thinking."
"Grandma
says we have to go to purgatory before we go to heaven, but I don't know what
that looks like. Do you, Daddy?"
He
smiled wistfully. "No one knows
what purgatory looks like, though some of us may know a little, how it will
feel."
"How,
Daddy?"
"Oh,"
he stroked her hair. "That too, may be different for everyone. But don't worry. Whatever it's like, we can bear it
because we know it means heaven's just around the corner."
Milagros
Heaven is
Your unfailing, all-knowing Love,
answer to whispered prayers.
Unbidden and authentic,
comfort of the outcast,
gracious Love appear.
Occupy the hollow;
cover our inadequacy;
forgive us the sin of loving one another too much.
Allow us to trust in Your greater plan for our welfare,
granting strength and patience to resist what is not ours
and the courage to act upon our most precious convictions.
Wrapped in the innocent and candid faith of children,
our hope in You sustains.
Punctuate our ordinary time
with Your guiding candle,
luminous in lush and desert,
relentless miracle.
Grace cup to the dying,
wisdom to the living;
may we be made worthy
of Your infinite clemency,
discovering Holy Treasure
in the mercy we bestow.
Give us courage.
Entrust our days and nights To You
that in pursuit of heaven's honor
we may celebrate, ever grateful
for the milagros of life, of faith —
Your love-braced cornerstone.