This week Linda and I traveled to warmsville – Havasu, Arizona. It was 102 degrees one day. Warm in May.
On the way down I got a call from the police. My grandson was taking care of our three dogs. I guess I forgot to tell him to put them in their kennel Tuesday night. They must have barked in the dark. Darn dogs. After I arranged to get them locked up, I looked up and saw a sign – a sign from heaven. Here it is: 
This week is the third week in our series at Westside about heaven. This is a tough week. The title is “Heaven Unplugged” aka Hell. It’s hell week. Check it out on the Westside web page and see if it is the podcast from hell. It’s not funny, really. We’re going to do some serious talking about hell. But we will also spend a little time on the light side. For instance, I will theologically prove that dogs will be in heaven but all cats will go to hell. Not all dogs will be in heaven. If my three dogs don’t wise up they may find themselves in dogatory, and only get out after they agree to not eat, not bark and not poop for a thousand years.
What the heaven?