Heaven is for Real: A Little Boy's Astounding Story of His Trip to Heaven and Back

by Todd Burpo

“A student is not above his teacher, nor a servant above his master.”1

“Dad, Jesus used Dr. O’Holleran to help fix me,” he said, standing at the end of the counter with his hands on his hips. “You need to pay him.”

What is childlike humility? It’s not the lack of intelligence, but the lack of guile. The lack of an agenda. It’s that precious, fleeting time before we have accumulated enough pride or position to care what other people might think.

It is the opposite of ignorance—it is intellectual honesty: to be willing to accept reality and to call things what they are even when it is hard.

“You might as well tell God what you think,” I said. “He already knows it anyway.”

when I was angry at God because I couldn’t go to my son, hold him, and comfort him, God’s son was holding my son in his lap.

“The city does not need the sun or the moon to shine on it, for the glory of God gives it light, and the Lamb is its lamp.”

“Well, Jesus told me he died on the cross so we could go see his Dad.”

“It’s going to be okay. The first person you’re going to see is Jesus.”