Charlie read out a lot of ideas of what heaven is like.
Several folk envisaged it being like a beautiful beach, waves crashing in and a
lovely sunrise or sunset streaking the sky with colour. That’s definitely
something I understand: for me it would be sitting on a cliff top in California
watching the Pacific breakers roll in, pelicans diving for fish and surfers ‘hanging
ten’. Others saw it in relationships, in food, in being curled by the fire with
a good book.
Thinking about it more, I imagine heaven is being content in
the moment. Not wallowing in a nostalgic look at ‘the way we were’ nor yearning
for a future holiday or meeting or season. Finding joy in the here and now.
We don’t want to lose sight of where we’ve come from, nor
lose ambition for where we are going, but still, to rest in the moment. To
appreciate the taste of that coffee (which is why I don’t like drinking coffee
on the run in a take-out cup), to lose myself in the beauty of that Scottish sky
– greys though they are, they are beautiful greys, to turn my hand to the work
of the moment and do it with all my attention and ability.
The real foretaste of heaven, though, is when we are
gathered with other believers and lose ourselves in worship, and the room
becomes a ‘thin place’ where the presence of God is tangible. May his presence
transform your moments into tasty bites of heaven today.
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