I knew I should want to go to heaven, but I didn’t. I would have said that I want to go to heaven when I die, but mainly, I just didn’t want to go to hell. My problem was a badly warped theology. I knew that in heaven we would worship God forever. But the only model I had for worship was church, and frankly, I wasn’t in love with church enough to want it to go on through ages of ages, world without end. My mental image was of Reverend Cant droning on for ever and ever.
Somewhere in the back of my mind, quite unconsciously, heaven was an extended, boring church service like those I had not yet learned to appreciate on earth—with this exception: that you never got to go home to the roast beef dinner. What a way to anticipate my eternal destiny. But then I read The Great Divorce. It awakened in me an appetite for something better than roast beef. It aroused a longing to inherit that for which I was created, for that which would fulfill my utmost longings and engender new longings and fulfill those too.
After reading The Great Divorce, for the first time in my life, I felt heaven to be both utterly real and utterly desirable.
Wayne Martindale, [Journey to the Celestial City]