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“You might remember my grandmother,” J. mentioned in our conversation. “although she’s been gone a long time now.”

“Who could forget her?” I responded. “She was such a vibrant woman.”

J. nodded. “I was privileged to be with Grandma during her last hours on earth—a surreal experience for sure. She radiated peace and wore the sweetest smile. Grandma kept whispering with wonder, ‘Oh, it’s beautiful—so beautiful!’

“And she called out people’s names too, names that meant nothing to us. At the time it seemed such a strange thing to do.

“Then a few years ago when I researched our family ancestry, some of those names turned up on our family tree from a generation or two prior to Grandma’s—relatives she must have known when she was young and people of faith already in heaven. She had to have seen them from her deathbed!”

We marveled at what J. had observed as she stood on the threshold of heaven with her grandmother. And we embraced the assurance that dying need not be feared—IF we’ve accepted God’s gift of eternal life by believing in Christ.

In fact, the great preacher Charles Spurgeon declared we can welcome death with intense delight, that it is sweet to die in the Lord [1].

In my younger days though, I wondered if playing a harp all day would be sweet enough to keep me happily occupied. My next thought was, at least that beats the alternative.

Little did I understand:

Of course that’s true. God in all his glory resides there. Also, if he’s provided astounding beauty, pleasurable activity, and satisfying purpose for us on earth, he will certainly provide all that and more in heaven.

Lewis wasn’t talking about fleeting joy, but permanent, moment-by-moment, perfect joy.

He also wrote:

I also used to wonder, How will we get there? Will we have to “walk toward the light” alone? I’d like some company.

First of all, Jesus promised to be with us always [4]. His very name Emmanuel means God with us—in the here and now, as we approach and cross the threshold of heaven, and forever thereafter.

Second, in Jesus’ parable about the rich man and the poor beggar Lazaruz, the latter was carried by angels to heaven [5].

Looks like we’ll have plenty of company. 

But the journey from earth to heaven won’t be very long anyway. To be absent from the body is to be present with God [6].

Even if the threshold of heaven was far distant, and even if we had to make the journey alone, the potential discomfort would be more than worth it.

The Bible only gives us a few quick glimpses of what’s to come, but they stagger the imagination: twelve gates, each made from a single pearl, streets of gold as pure as transparent glass, and walls made of precious stones.

A river as clear as crystal runs down from God’s throne and through the middle of the main street. It’s a place where no pain, sorrow, death, or suffering can mar the perfection of God’s realm [7].

Some Bible teachers and scholars have characterized heaven in these ways:

  • Life far better, richer, fuller, purer, and more joyful than here [8]
  • Tranquility, fullness, blessedness, calm, sweetness, holiness, joy, a haven of rest [9]
  • Unsurpassed joy, unfading glory, undiminished bliss, unlimited delights, and unending pleasures [10]

We can depend upon it. That last moment, as each of us stands on the threshold of eternity, will be the best moment we have ever known!

J.’s grandmother and others provide the proof.

P.S. This post highlights what others had to say as they stood on the threshold of heaven: https://nancyaruegg.com/2018/02/01/famous-last-words/


 

[1] Morning by Morning, 113.

[2] Quoted in Streams in the Desert, L. B. Cowman, ed. Jim Reimann, 157.

[3] Letters to Malcolm, 92-93.

[4] Matthew 28:20

[5] Luke 16:19-31.

[6] 2 Corinthians 5:8 HCSB

[7] Revelation 21:4; 18-21; 22:1

[8] Jon Bloom, Not by Sight, 67.

[9] Jonathan Edwards (www.gracequotes.org).

[10] John MacArthur, The Glory of Heaven, 68.

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Home-is-the-nicest

(“Home is the nicest word there is.” –Laura Ingalls Wilder)

Five years ago, as Steve and I looked ahead toward retirement, the question of where we should spend those years had no easy answer. We’d lived in Florida, in six different locations over forty years.  We were ready for something different. Tennessee or even Kentucky appealed to us, where we could enjoy new vistas, the change of seasons (although not too severe), and best of all, be within a four-hour drive of our sons.

Lots can happen in five years. Our older son, Eric, and his wife, Hilja (Hill-ya) became a family of three.   During one visit they asked, “Where do you think you’ll retire?” We shared our tentative plans. “Well, if you’re going to move that close, why not just move here?”—here being Cincinnati, Ohio.

We hadn’t even considered moving so close, not wanting to impose ourselves on either of our boys. Nor had we thought of making our home so far north, back in the Midwest where we had grown up. But family (and especially that new grandbaby) was a strong magnet.

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So, Steve and I now hail from Cincinnati. And it’s a glorious privilege to watch little Elena grow, and spend much quality time with our sons and their wives. (As I’ve said before on this blog: If only our daughter and her family would move here from Washington State, life would be perfect!)

But moving back to the Midwest has been a coming home in other ways. We’ve reveled in familiar experiences from long ago:

  • The miracles of transition from one season to the next
  • The grand oaks, maples, and elm trees spreading wide through our neighborhood, over some of the streets, and in the numerous parks
  • The dance of the fireflies on a summer evening (Hundreds of them blink in the trees behind our house, resembling a Christmas display.)
  • The explosion of color on the hillsides as summer gives way to autumn
  • The silent beauty of a snow fall, especially as the accumulation creates frosty lace among the trees
  • The heavenly fragrance of lilacs in the spring
  • The clean scent of freshly cut grass (Florida grass produces no scent at all!)

Even the common robin causes delight as he hops across the lawn, pauses, and cocks his head to listen.

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There is something heartwarming about home—the way we respond to the familiar and to the memories that surface.

Memories are the crucial element, aren’t they. Surely if Steve or I had experienced great difficulty growing up, our reaction to this Midwest relocation would be much different.

But both of us grew up in strong Christian homes—such a wondrous privilege. And most of our recollections are positive ones. We associate the word home with peace, security, acceptance, and love.

I wonder…

…when we enter the gates of heaven, will we experience a similar warming of the heart? Will we almost burst with elation to realize that we’ve finally arrived in our true forever home?

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At last we will be in a place of:

  • Perfect peace, with no strife or harsh words (Revelation 21:4)
  • Total security, because we’ve reached our eternal destiny (John 6:37)
  • Complete acceptance by our Heavenly Father (Romans 8:1)
  • Absolute love, to be expressed over and over in countless ways, forever and ever (Romans 8:38-39)

As I enjoy all the beauty of God’s creation in this corner of the world, and glory in the companionship of family, I want to remember: these are just glimpses of the wonders that await!

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What glimpses of the wonders-that-await do you enjoy? Tell us about them in the Comments section below!

(Photo & art credits:  www.quoteswave.com; Nancy Ruegg; http://www.greenwoodwildlife.org; http://www.youtube.com.)

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