I trekked into Walmart for milk and bread but didn’t make it past the magazines and books.
I looked. I counted.
Eight? How could Walmart stock eight different books, non-fiction books to be precise, all on the topic of the afterlife?
The kind of books that Walmart sells are the kind of books that sell. The discount retailer moves a heap of books out the door by stocking titles with “buzz” already surrounding them.
Lined up face-out on the shelf, they each promised to give me something I needed to know about heaven or hell. I scanned and skimmed them, and found four variations on the theme:
Heaven exists. I’ve seen it. Or, my kid has seen it.
Heaven exists. I’ve read about it in a sacred book.
Hell exists. I spent 23 minutes there.
Hell (sort of) exists. But love wins in the end.
I did not skim these books alone. Next to me, a woman picked up a bright-yellow paperback, the one with the cute, crew cut kid staring out from the cover. She smiled, then she put the book back on the shelf.
“Have you read it?” I asked.
“Yeah,” she replied. “Several times. It’s great!”Continue Reading on online.worldmag.com