I watched the Barbara Walters Special by way of DVR (wonderful invention for people who like to go to bed early).

She delved into some exciting research on living longer. That’s not a bad thing.

But I have a problem with the cryogenics thing.

A family (a father, a mother and their young children) paid to have their bodies frozen at their death so that when a medical breakthrough happens on whatever caused their demise they can be brought back and be made well.

Here’s the problem:

If you are a Christian and you’ve been in Heaven for let’s say 50 years, why oh why, would you want to come back to a place of war, pollution, hatred, jealousy, envy? There isn’t a pill that can eliminate those.

Instead, when I die, I’ll be in heaven–a place of peace, no tears, a big table of food–a continuous celebration. Best of all, Jesus will be there–the one who made my presence at this big party possible.

I see the benefit in cryogenics for those who don’t believe the way I do.

Let’s say you been in the other place–Hell– for 50 years–your thirst is never quenched, you have constant pain from the burning. At least you have “hope” you won’t suffer forever. But what happens if the power goes out at the cryogenics lab before that medical breakthrough happens? Or the people that sold you the right to be frozen goes bankrupt and they can’t pay the electric bill?

Um. Sounds like a good plot to a story doesn’t it? You’ve been burning in Hell for 50 years and have been brought back. What do you do? Click here for a story about a rich man in hell who said what he wanted to happen.

Luke 23:42-43 (New International Version)

42Then he said, “Jesus, remember me when you come into your kingdom.[a]

43Jesus answered him, “I tell you the truth, today you will be with me in paradise.”

Luke 16:27-28

27“He answered, ‘Then I beg you, father, send Lazarus to my father’s house, 28for I have five brothers. Let him warn them, so that they will not also come to this place of torment.’

It is my duty as a Christian to warn them of that place of torment.

Here is a picture of my sister and her girls with our great-uncle who is 102. He’ll turn 103 in November.