This morning when I chose my “Sunday Playlist” song, I Can Only Imagine by MercyMe filled my thoughts.
The words and sentiment of this song have had an impact on me since the tune was first released in 2001. It is one of my favorite songs of all time.
What touches me about the song is that it gives voice to what we all imagine that moment to be, when we meet Jesus and find ourselves in the arms of our Lord.
Like you, I have envisioned heaven to be a place of perfection. A place where the streets are lined with gold and angels fly by like birds living within an arboretum.
When we think of heaven, the beauty is incomprehensible. I think we imagine having anything and everything we could want at the touch of our fingertips, a Willie-Wonka view of what is in store for us in our eternal life.
However, if you dig a bit deeper and imagine what we truly crave, those never-ending Super Bowl Games, the pizza buffet that goes on forever and the ability to eat whatever you want and never gain an ounce really isn’t what heaven is going to be all about.
As my faith and body have matured, I now think about the relationship of heaven and how that will be through eternity.
Have you ever watched one of those videos where a soldier comes home from war and surprises his or her family? In every single one of those videos unapologetic joy bursts from the screen…… that is what I envision heaven to be.
I envision that we will see those reunions constantly, with overwhelming joy as loved ones, friends and a newfound eternal family are united in God’s presence.
Those moments of reunion will be filled with laughter, tears, joy and most importantly love and as many times as we witness the blessing of eternal life it will never grow old.
When I think of heaven, I know that God’s plan will be in place. War, starvation, hate, judgement, lack of grace, all these human emotions will disappear.
When I think of heaven, I look forward to the days where we are all accepting of one another as the brotherhood of man and our unity outweighs any difference.
It would be nice to think that when we get to heaven days filled with double-stuffed pan supreme pizza awaits our every meal, but I think we are actually going to be too busy to worry about such mundane tasks as eating.
The celebration of homecomings, gentle nudges to those still on earth and helping to lead the lost sheep home will be what fills our days.
It’s true, I can only imagine what it will be like and I am sure my imagination doesn’t even come to close to the magnificence of what we will find when we reach heaven.
I’m sure Pizza Hut will be there as will an endless game of football and my 32″ waist, but those will all be sidebars to what matters.
The rewards of heaven will include more comprehensive work for us all. The glory of having our angel wings will be our uniform as we work to ensure those left behind gain their wings too.
I can’t wait to be reunited with those I love. The thought of seeing my friends and family free from pain and affliction is a promise I hold in my faith.
But as much as I look forward to strolling along those streets of gold, the rewards I imagine most are for the works yet to come.