When you get a glimpse of heaven, it’s wonderful and sad, all mixed up together. I had two such glimpses in the past month. They are with me every day now, coloring my horizon with a mixture of hope and despair, desire and depression. Not a day goes by that I don’t think of them. The last glimpse came a few weeks ago at my home church. It was during a celebration of the 50th anniversary of the ordination of Fr….