Where the Bad Animals Go

WHERE THE BAD ANIMALS GO One day I asked nine-year-old Keven, Do all of God's animals go to Heaven?" He said, Janet, I don't know, but I think ordinary logic will show that some of God's animals do go, and others reap the evil that they sow. That would eliminate lice and ticks. Those would gnash their teeth among the sticks. Of course the fly, mosquito, and flea wouldn't be called to Heaven, you see, because they've all spent most of their life bringing to others awful strife. Do you suppose it's logically true, if you go to Hell, they'll be there with you? The Devil is called the Lord of the Flies. He sends them out into the skies. They come to him. They are his spies. No dogs in Heaven will be scratching fleas, and stingers will vanish from bumble bees. The bee will spend all year making honey. He'll share it forever in weather that's sunny. In Heaven, there'll be no more talk of war. What would anyone want problems for? There the lion will lie down with the lamb, and never think, "How gruff I am." Instead, these two will both be friends in a beautiful world that never ends. Only troublemakers go to Hell. God's world is perfect as the scriptures tell. In Heaven, nothing is ever torn. That's why the roses have no thorns. Janet Marie Bingham