I was thinking about heaven a few days ago as I was driving home from an outing. Hubby was at home, and I was driving along with my thoughts to keep me company. Suddenly out of the blue heaven popped into my mind.
Thinking about some of the comments and conversations I heard in the past, it seemed as if God put a whole zip file in my mental computer in an instant, and I started un-zipping and unpacking the file in my mind. I’ve heard comments like, “I believe everyone will go to heaven because God is a God of love. (Sure He is, but He is so much more than that, and I’m not betting my eternal future on that statement alone!) “I can’t wait to see the mansion that has been prepared for me.” (I am positive our mansion will be great, but should that really be our main focus?) And then there is this one. “What are we going to DO all day. I mean, you can only sing praises for so long before you get tired and want something else to do.” (REALLY? Words escape me. Perhaps some picture heaven as being a place they can do what they want all day as long as they have choir practice first.” I don’t begin to have all the answers, but my view of heaven is a little different. God loves us, yes. And He prepared a way for us to get to heaven, but we need not think you can get there any old way. There is only one way. Jesus. Mansion? Great. Streets of gold and gates of pearl? Amazing. Seeing Jesus and praising God? Well HALLELUJAH! Now that’s what I’m talking about. As for needing something else to do other than praise Him, God has a plan. But I really can’t see that plan including us gossiping over the fence with our neighbors or sitting discontentedly in a heavenly corner saying we are bored.
All that was in the first folder in my mental zip file. Then came this thought. Practice. Yes, practice. Think about it for a moment. A fine musician spends hours practicing. There are drills and runs to keep fingers nimble and flexible. There is new music to learn to improve technique. There are practice sessions to learn and absorb the music until it becomes a natural part of us. And what about an athlete? From pro baseball (or football, or soccer or whatever) to T-ball, if we want to get better from week to week we must practice. The more we practice, the better we become. Years ago (too many to mention) I worked at a Tastee Freeze For those of you who don’t recognize the name, it was an ice cream and sandwich fast food dream. Anyway, one of my jobs was to make an ice cream cone using the soft serve ice cream machine. The cone had to swirl around and end with a curl on the top. And it had to weigh an exact amount. I became pretty good at that, but my first attempts were laughable. So what did I do? Practice. It occurs to me that even though I don’t know exactly all of God’s plan for heaven, I can be practicing now. I can practice being kind to others. I can practice being an encourager. I can practice singing praises. I can practice worship. And the more I do these things, the more natural and meaningful they will become.
There was a lot more in the thoughts God gave me that day…far to much to write about in one sitting. But I have to stop for now. I need to go out and catch up on a little practice.