My co-worker and fellow blogger shared this article with me in which the columnist challenged people, in the new year and the new decade, to look at a few things through fresh eyes. The writer listed 52 suggestions, one for every week of the year. This week’s topic is heaven.
My earliest recollection of being taught about heaven was on one of those self-sticking felt boards that were common in the Baptist church Sunday School. The teacher used it to show our little group of pre-schoolers what heaven would be like. There was a street of gold and pretty white castle and Jesus in a bright white robe standing on a cloud. It was very “fairy tale.”
In heaven there’s no pain or sickness or hurting or sin or death, just happiness all the time. That’s what they tell you as a kid anyway. And I have no reason to believe those things aren’t true. For one, it says so in Revelation 21:4.
“He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away.”
Being honest — when life here gets too hard or too stressful, that picture of heaven sounds — do I dare say it — heavenly? No back-talking 7-year-olds or whiny 5-year-olds, no broken hearts or hurt feelings or upset stomachs or car troubles or lost tempers. But I should long for heaven for what it is, not what it isn’t, for what it will be, not what it won’t.
Also — I want to ask Jesus questions and just listen to him talk. I want to know and understand everything God’s done. I want to hear from the lips of Moses and the Israelites themselves what the plagues were really like. I want to hear Ruth tell about how she fell in love with Boaz. I want to hear Mary tell what it was like to be Jesus’ mother. I want to listen to the disciples tell stories about hanging out with Jesus. I want to hear Jesus himself reminisce about his days on Earth and share what he was thinking and feeling at different points in history. I want to sing “to Him who sits on the throne” in front of the throne. I want to be in heaven’s choir.
Surrounded by Your glory, what will my heart feel
Will I dance for you Jesus or in awe of you be still
Will I stand in your presence or to my knees will I fall
Will I sing hallelujah, will I be able to speak at all
I can only imagine.