The Looking Glass

I have heard it preached that on Judgment Day our sins will be shouted from the rooftops. I have come to believe that if this is so, it will not be by some heavenly tribunal or something loathsome that crawls beneath, but from our own countenance screaming out to the world who we really are–when the kind and the good, no matter how plain in this life, will shine forth like suns, while the loathsome and dark will cower from their light. If Heaven is a place where there are no secrets, it would, for some, also be Hell.
- Richard Paul Evans