Heaven's door parted ways for me, though the stormy look of the clouds surrounding the Gate on the other side of the bridge gave me all the information I needed. While Saint Peter nodded with the kind of compassionate gravity I'd thought I could expect from Angels, when I passed through the curving, golden gateway and into the meadow on the other side with Adam still holding my hand, I was met with a marching line of approaching warriors that seemed determined to bring a battle ...