Okay I’ve had a couple of complaints that I use this blog to vent, so I haven’t written in a while, because I’ve been quite irritated pissy bitchy and venty (snow white luckily passed their little house by). Didn’t want it to spread like wildfire, so silence is the path I chose.
BUT NO MORE! (no, i’m still pissy-especially with this election BS but alas, i di- well, you know, read the line up there at the top of the page)
AHEM….
Recently, a dear sweet and sorely missed friend lost her sister way way too early in life. I really have never had a close, young friend or family member pass away, they’ve always been old, or sickly. Luckily, her sweet sister was a Christian, so thank you Jesus we all have the satisfaction, the peace, the finality, the JOY in knowing she has gone to heaven. But she expressed with wonder that she KNOWS someone that is THERE. With HIM. RIGHT NOW.
But, where? what? how? when? Heaven. Was it like “Ghost” – did she step away from her “body” and look down at herself, while the angels walked her up the steps toward the big white light, as she looked back at her family weeping and telling them “no, don’t cry, please, this is amazing! we’ll see each other soon, don’t cry mom, it’ll just be mere moments, and you’ll be with me again”. Or did she just wake up, as if from a dream, and boom there she was, at the golden gates and walked right through, without a thought as to “how did i get here?” “did i die?” There is no sadness, no crying, so surely, we have no knowledge of HOW we died, just THAT we died. Or do we not even comprehend that? In the book “90 minutes in heaven”, the author says he was met by all the people that he knew that were there, and others whose faces he’d never seen, all greeting him with ecstatic happiness and hugs and the most beautiful music he’d ever heard.
I love the words to “I Can Only Imagine” because it just so perfectly describes what we all feel. What will I do? I am certain that I will put my hands on Jesus’ face and just hold it there, admiring. I am also certain that I will hold his hands, and turn them over to see if the nail scars are there. Will they be there? Or will he have a new healed body as we will? Knowing me, I’ll say something stupid like, “gee i’ve just been dying to meet you!” Will we all get to see him whenever we want, or will we all have to take turns? And what will it look like? Will it be crowded, will it be dark, ever? Will there be no more night, no more stars, no more chirping crickets or lightning bugs?
Sometimes I like to imagine it will be like the Holodeck ( i know i’ve spelled this wrong) on the Starship Enterprise – every day we’ll just decide how we want it to look and snap our fingers and BAM! we’re on a sandy beach at sunset. A few years ago, a friend talked about how great it would be to finally pet and play with a lion. I had never thought of that before! We can swim with dolphins and kiss lion’s faces and chase a tiger and fly with eagles! How amazing that will be! And what will the food be like? The bible mentions the table, the banquet, so we know there will be food. But will we cook? Will it just appear on command?
Imagine walking barefoot on the perfect ground – no bugs, no stickers, no rocks, just PERFECT soft grass. Looking out at the beautiful green rolling countryside and not seeing one power pole, one cell phone tower, not one billboard. just pure natural beauty.
And what will we do with eternity? Will we have jobs? will we have assignments? will there be football? will there be chocolate?
will the baby i miscarried at age 20 when i didn’t know i was pregnant and i would not have been ready to BE pregnant – will that baby be there? i never thought of “it” as a person before – it was just a bloody clump in the toilet, an embarassment, a painful surprise, and a wake up call for me and my lifestyle. will it be there to meet me? will he/she be a baby? a child? an adult?
If God forbid one of my children dies tomorrow, will she age? will she grow up in heaven? or will she be 5 years old forever?
Will we get to know the earth’s mysteries, or will we not? Did we really fake the moon landing? If not, then why have we never been back? And where IS Jimmy Hoffa’s body? But again, another post…..
I am certain of many things, one of which is that it will be a gloriously wonderful way to spend forever. My heart breaks for my friends and family who will not be there. Who will, because of stupidity, pride, ignorance, rebellion, choose to not believe in Jesus and will be in hell. Many of them “good” people that never did anything to harm anyone, but ”good” is not what is required of us. Belief and faith are all that is required of us. But that’s another story entirely.
Heaven. what do you think it will be like?
