Brian’s Perspective - Old Blog

As we passed Senatobia on our way home from vacation, the excitement in the back seat of the car rose indescribably. The two small boys who had been relatively quiet for the previous three hours, having grown weary of all the miles they had traveled, were now looking out the window with anticipation. They bounced up and down in their seats, well, as much as a restrained body can do. They began giggling with excitement as though they were already tasting the joys of being home: playing with their long, lost toys, sleeping in their own beds, or waking up in the morning and just lazing around in their pajamas until it was time to go back to bed. You could not tell exactly what they were thinking, but it had to be good because the giggling never stopped.

Can you imagine what it will be like to be home? I mean, what is it going to be like to be home with God? Just thinking about it brings a smile to my face. I can picture Heaven in my mind but I cannot really describe that picture to you. It is bright, brilliant, but no matter what part I look at, I can see God. And, while I know no one has ever seen God, in my mind he has a face, but I can’t describe it. In my mind and my heart, I know that one day I will see God, I will stand near to Jesus, I will hold hands with Paul and Timothy and my Great Grandmother. Heaven will be so great, so grand, so absolutely perfect.

Funny, when I picture Heaven, it isn’t the tree of life I see, or the streets of gold, or the mansions or dwelling places by which the Bible variously describes that place where God is and we shall be. What I picture are the people with whom I have a relationship. The one I long to see most, so that the faith will be sight, is Godشhat triune being of Father, Son and Holy Spirit.

And you know what…I am tired of waiting. I am going to start acting like I am already there. I am going to begin to live my life here, in this time, at this place, as if I were already in Heaven. If all the bad, broken, and sinful stuff is going to pass away when Heaven comes, then I had better get real serious about looking more like God than I look like the average person in America. My thoughts must be his thoughts and I must place my life, my body, my soul, everything under his control. I am just bouncing up and down in my seat thinking about it.¹

1. This was also published in the Como Church of Christ bulletin on July 29, 2006[↩]