As I drove through a thick Norwegian fog the other day I thought of the Hollywood image of heaven where people walk on top of clouds. Being in a cloud is the antithesis of my view of heaven where we hang out with people we love who predeceased us.

Being in the cloud is isolating, frightening; you cannot find things that comfort although they might appear and again disappear without your control. Maybe hell is in a cloud, shrouding people from knowing where they are and who or what will appear. Removing control and holding understanding just barely beyond comprehension, leaving us forever striving to comprehend as the wariness presses down.

But for me hell quickly evaporated as I drove into a tunnel where it appears Satan doesn’t spread his disquieting fog.