One of the things I most love about this life is getting out and doing things that get the blood pumping and adrenaline flowing. In a word, I love adventure, and want to build it into my life more and more.
As I see it, the definition of adventure hinges on this element of risk or danger; the reality that something could go wrong. For example, the excitement of wakeboarding is, in large part, derived from the fact that this could happen:
Now, my issue is that this seems to be in conflict with the concept of heaven, which promises eternal life, an absence of tears, and a healing of every disease. Don’t get me wrong, this excites me a lot, its just that it also has the potential to be a bit boring. I remember a line from the movie ‘In Time’ to the effect that ‘life is only really lived when you know you’re about to die,’ and in some ways that seems quite true.
Nonetheless, I’m confident this desire for adventure is an integral part of the way we’ve been designed, and this element of excitement will be a part of heaven. I wonder if there is some mysterious way we will be able to experience the thrill of danger together simultaneously with the contentment of not facing death, in the same way that Jesus could weep real tears for his dead friend, while knowing full well that everything was going to work out ok.
As a bit of a side note, there’s an article doing the rounds in the blog world at the moment looking at the similarities between porn and an addiction to computer gaming, noting that “Pornography promises orgasm without intimacy. Video warfare promises adrenaline without danger.” The article talks about this compromise as a bad thing, but I wonder if ‘adrenaline without danger’ is exactly what is on offer in heaven.
The other possibility, of course, is that I’m completely wrong with my definition of adventure, or am misguided in hoping it is part of the after-life. What do you think?