Heaven and Why it is Attractive to Go There

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I believe heaven is worth the hell on earth. Our view of heaven is too limited, and we struggle with constant challenges that cause us to doubt. Yet I believe heavenly life with the Savior is going to be amazing beyond prediction. That’s because He is amazing.

My thoughts are on heaven today. I am preparing a lesson for two groups of children, a kindergarten through second grade group, and a third through sixth grade group. I teach a lesson to both groups once a week. I am going to talk about  heaven. I don’t believe heaven is on the radar with most kids. Can’t even say it’s on my radar all that much. It’s too out there, in another life. The present life seems a bit too frantic to even contemplate heaven during the daily busyness of living.

Why would anyone want to go to heaven ? Why would anyone not want to go to heaven? We’ve all heard the arguments. There are many opinions about heaven.

What do you think heaven is really like? It’s a good question is it not? We have a scattering of ideas that come from passages sprinkled throughout the scriptures. People have written big books on heaven. I’m wading through Randy’s Alcorn’s life’s study on heaven. A good read and convincing. Yet there isn’t all that much concrete information. There’s conjecture. But, what is it really like? What can we expect? Why would someone look forward to being there? In my lesson, I will talk about what is not in heaven: suffering, pain, sickness, evil, and so forth, and I will talk about what is there: tree of life, book of life, celestial beings, Father, Son, and Holy Spirit, homes, gold and jewels, people who have gone on before us, and so forth. Yet, it still can sound sort of tedious or boring.

Is heaven boring? I have an opinion on some of what we may expect. The more I come to love my Savior and Father God, and to experience The Spirit’s life in me, the more I know that it will not be not possible to bored in Heaven. Life starts to get interesting once God takes control. Not boring in the least, contrary to what others may think who’ve not supped at God’s table.

The real reason heaven is so wonderful is that we will see with our eyes what we have by faith believed in our hearts. In my thinking, there is only one true reason that Heaven will be the most amazing place ever. It has all to do with son-ship. In heaven we will be family connected to the Source of all things living. This relatedness to the Triune God will put into our lives full acceptance and love that we only have in limited exposure/measure here on earth. I have this feeling that everything will be brighter, more intense than in this shadowland we call earth. Once we aren’t mortals but immortals, we will rejuvenate and become ALL that we have ever wanted to be. There won’t be the endless striving and disappointments of the earthly journey. I am certain we will be more incredibly ALIVE, more radically FULL, more fully COMPLETE than we can even imagine.

Can you imagine it? What it will be like when our faith becomes sight, when we see our blessed Lord, the scars in His hands, the wounds n His feet, and we know Him in His heavenly presence. I have long felt that the earth in its groaning and suffering, with its struggle under sin’s curse, is like something bound in a closed system. At times there are glimpses into the heavenly realm. For the past few years I have been seeking God with an intense fervor. I want to know God.

At times I experience a joy and fullness that is overwhelmingly beautiful. One time it happened while I was singing in church up in front with the worship team. There was such spontaneous joy inside of me that I could barely contain myself. I felt like shouting and jumping up and down. It felt as if beams of light were radiating out from me. My smile was so big that I probably looked foolish. This happened to me during a time of personal crisis in my life, when I was drawing deep from God’s well. My church is not demonstrative in that way, so I capped it, containing my inner joy. I wonder if that will be the way of rejoicing and worshiping in heaven? I sure hope so.

Heaven will be a “safe house,” a home that is welcoming, serene, loving and radiant. I love it that before Jesus returns to heaven to be with God, He says to His disciples, “In my father’s house are many rooms. I go to prepare a place for you.” We’re “family” in Jesus’ “Father’s house.”

One morning I was writing at the computer after spending a long while in prayer and meditation. I was looking out the kitchen window. The clouds were glorious and I was watching them change shapes. For a moment, just a moment, I saw varied colors transfusing the sky in indescribable colors, rich and bright. Then they were gone. I wondered at it. Was it a glimpse into the heavenlies of God?  It was as if I saw through a veil into a place of grandeur. There are many reasons to anticipate Heaven. Just to walk with Jesus will be a miracle of peace and joy. The hell of this earth will fade away into oblivion. Past hurts will lose their hold on us. People who have wronged us will be fully forgiven and enjoyed in renewed relationship.

Jesus says, ” I am the way, the truth, and the life. No one comes to the Father except by me.” The Bible is the road map giving us the information. Jesus is the way, the Gatekeeper, we must pass to get there. The Bible is the road map that tells us the directions to Heaven. There is no other way. No shortcuts or bribes or good deeds that will be enough. A person cannot pay their way into heaven. … Not to worry. Heaven is a by-product of a life hidden in the bosom of Christ. We are saved by believing in Christ—-Christ’s redeeming love through His shed blood on the cross. He redeems us and puts us on a new path.

Book: The Meeting Place: Moments with God at Lookout Point, A Spiritual Memoir

Some books have staying power. They grip the soul. This one did as I was in the process of living out the hurts in my heart. I took a one hour retreat once a week to get away from it all. To be alone. With God. Tired. Sad. Hopeless. He met me there. I share here a few bits about my book with some selected narrations. Enjoy.

~~THE BOOK~~

Amazon Link is HERE

Lookout Point, Paradise, CA.

The Lookout is a place I visited for one hour each week for a year, starting with Good Friday in 2009.

About my book: The Meeting Place: Moments with God at Lookout Point

The Meeting Place is an inspirational book, written from the heart as I grapple with sorrow and pain. I am saddened by the loss of a dear friend and dealing with an emotionally charged family situation. The book is a conversation with God, both poignant and tender.  The beauties of nature found at the Lookout figure into the meditations.

The Lookout became my place of release, its view inspiring me to contemplate and pray. There I found solace and healing. I received in a seamless blend the awe of creation knit with my belief in a loving and caring God.

INTRODUCTION: 

“A heavy shadow engulfed me, my heart was bruised. I could not escape its torment, the garment of sadness restricting my movements. I hurt. The dark night wrapped itself around me as grief invaded my being….I let my car lead me past the church through the bright city streets and onto the Skyway, a four-lane expressway leading east from the city into the foothills. In silence I drove up the hill, memories flooding my weary thoughts.

The beauty captivates me. 

I write a poem:  

“The hawk-soaring in graceful circular patterns/Floats in seamless style/The clouds-in varied hue and shades of darkness/Black and white/Dew drops hang-on man-made fence lines/My senses feel their cool wetness/Layers upon layers of dark heavy clouds/Hiding the supreme whiteness of others/The damp drops brushing me in mist/as dark cloud hovers/Releasing its heavy load/The sun-hidden for these moments/The brightness subdued in grey screen…”

The pain surfaces

“(The concrete block) has a statement to memorialize the person they loved–someone they must have lost at this place. It makes me think of my sister, who I lost in a similarly tragic way. I feel like I am standing by her grave site in Oregon where she is laid to rest. It is a crushing feeling. I think this block with its poem is a memorial in memory of the many we have loved and lost, so fitting today with my youngest son’s friend’s memorial service. … I hurt for his family. I think of all of those who lost their lives at this place. … They met their death–and their respective families absorbed a pain of deepest chill. Life goes on, but life is never the same. I think of all the people who have loved and lost–the empty arms, the broken hearts, and the sleepless nights, like the sun that is leaving me, descending with a pink intensity tonight. My heart sighs for the gargantuan losses. Some aches are never assuaged, never satisfied, never, never, never. … Sometimes when we lose someone, life is not and cannot ever be the same. It is because no one can take their place, fill their shoes, or make the world a better place as they did.

I find comfort in nature: “The shadows lengthen, proof of the earth’s rotation. The leaves on the oaks are lifting and swaying like whispers in force in a dream. It is cold, and I am wearing a jacket now. I see the Sutter Buttes mountain range in vivid blue outline. There are scattered lacy white clouds in contrast to the blue sky. The sun is getting ready to retreat behind clouds and western (coastal) mountain range. Amazing.”

 I talk with God to seek His comfort: 

Consolation: 

“I am here, dear God, to seek you, to listen. I love you–I love what I see. What do you have for me today?

Below there is a Y in the road. It is your life. Over and over again, there are hard choices, times of trouble, times of wondering, times of waiting, but they all lead somewhere. It is your business to rely on me, to grasp my intentions.

I did not think that was possible.

It is, most assuredly is. I lead slowly and act on faith and prayers, the prayers of the faithful, your prayers, my beloveds’ prayer, prayers of the humble, the righteous, the unsure, the weak, the afraid, the believing…” 

   Things of nature bring rich contemplations: 

“I drove past a field of mustard out in yellow bloom. I thought of the biblical saying, ‘The faith of a mustard seed can move mountains.’ I have always thought about that as the ultimate in faith–and that we don’t have adequate or strong faith. This time I thought a new thought. What in a mustard seed has or shows faith? What is in the mustard seed’s life, in its cycle, that should grab our attention?…The seed is dead, but there is life in the seed.

  

 Life comes in as I reflect on reality:  

“Sometimes I feel weak, I feel damaged by life….But it need not defeat us. More and more I am becoming convinced that God wants me, wants us, to live in ‘love’ in every situation. Loving those who have hurt us is especially difficult. It is unnatural, but then again, maybe it is love that is natural, and we’ve learned to be unloving, selfish, and independent. I believe that with God when we love others we essentially are demonstrating to the world that we love Him. In this we find an amazing concept, the more we love God the more we will have capacity to love others. 

The reflections continue: 

“I saw the new year in as always, two candles were lit on the table and three on the piano top. Their scent filled the living room and blended softly with the comforting wood stove heat.

What will the New Year bring?

More joy, more peace, More hope, more forgiveness

More love, more healing, More freedom, less anger

More promise, less suffering. Less hunger, less sadness

What will the New Year bring? It is mine, it is yours to decide.” 

God has been good to me, meeting me with His whispers of love at my Meeting Place, Lookout Point:  

 “You are my audience of One. Make the servant into the one who serves. Make a miracle of Your grade out of my life and the lives of others. It is up to You—only You. Solitude, times with You, dear God, are precious, dear, of great value.”  Amen