As I get older the allure of heaven increases! When we have lived long enough, we pass through that phase of life where we feel immortal and indestructable, realizing that our physical existence is limited. The Psalmist said, “The days of our years are threescore and ten; and if by reason of strength they be fourscore years, yet is there strength, labor, and sorrow; for it is soon cut off and we fly away” (Psalms 90:1). Despite my best efforts to stay in shape, some mornings I wake up and my body aches, my joints pop, and reality sets in.
How good and loving is a God who prepares for us a place of eternal peace and comfort. A dwelling where there is no more sorrow, weeping, or heartache. A city with streets of gold and gates of pearl. As a young child I recall singing the song, “How beautiful heaven must be,” but never thought about the words until I got older.
“How beautiful heaven must be, sweet home of the happy and free; fair haven of rest for the weary, how beautiful heaven must be.”
I believe that one reason I am so drawn to nature is a desire to taste a little bit of heaven here on earth. Paul reminds us, “For since the creation of the world God’s invisible qualities – his eternal power and divine nature – have been clearly seen, being undersood from what has been made…” (Romans 1:20). The Psalmist put it this way, “The heavens declare the glory of God; the firmament shows his handiwork” (Psalms 19:1).
We are compassed about in life with troubles, hardships, and struggles; and sometimes these things call our attention away from the eternal. I think Lincoln put it best whe he said, “I can see how it might be possible for a man to look down upon the earth and be an athiest, but I cannot conceive how he could look up into the heavens and say there is no God.”