A Walk in the Field

One day the father and the boy went for a walk in the field. The father took the boy by the hand and said, "Come this way boy, I have something I want to show you." It was a beautiful day, only a few grand, white, puffy clouds were making their home in the richest of blue sky that day. The sun was shining magnificently across the rich green field. As they walked along, the father was telling the boy stories of when he was a child and he used to play for hours in this same field. They walked past a stream, filled with beautiful shiny rocks and several fish, and the boy exclaimed, "Look father, look at how beautiful that stream is! Ahh! There's even fish in there father!" The father replied, "Yes boy, it's quite pretty, but keep walking, I have something even greater that I want to show you." As they continued to walk, the father and the boy laughed together, deep belly laughs. They approached a grove of trees and the boy peeked in past the brush and into the grove. "Ahhh father! Look!" Walking through the trees were several deer and even a couple moose. "Father, look at how huge those moose are! This is amazing! Is this what you wanted to show me?" "Keep walking boy," the father replied. "I have something even more incredible to show you." As they walked along, for a moment they reflected on the life of the boy's mother and how much they both missed her. She had passed away when the boy was very young, but only a few years ago. The boy looked up and saw a tear rolling down the cheek of his father and felt his hand begin to tremble. The father sighed, "Keep walking my boy, it's not much further." The father and the boy were approaching a steep hill and at the crest of the hill was shining a glorious light. A light so bright that it was causing the boy to have to squint. "It's just over this hill boy," the father said. "Father, it's so bright," the boy said. As they reached the top of the hill, the father had the biggest of smiles on his face. The boy could not believe his eyes and what he was looking at. He didn't know whether to shout or cry or laugh or keel over in shock or let go of his father's hand and run towards what he was seeing or run away in the opposite direction back down the hill or tremble in fear. The boy whispered, "Father, I have never seen anything more beautiful and more glorious in all of my life. What is this place?" And the father said, "This is yours my son, this is what I have for you....."