The night sky looked like a million fireflies had invaded the dark. A warm easterly wind swept gently across the Sea of Galilee and the Apostle Paul was dead tired from his long walk across the dessert. He stopped his journey to rest his feet and to sleep a few minutes before he restarted his trek towards Jerusalem. The relentless dust and the glare of the sun made it easy to close his eyes. When he closed his eyes he was unaware of the magnificent journey his spirit was about to take into a realm of existence so splendid he would not even be able to explain what he had seen. The following story is a fictional account of what Paul might have witnessed in the third heaven.