When my wife passed away, I was on my own with our two old dogs, Fritz and Missy. As you can imagine, I talked to them a lot. They were good listeners; with ears cocked and tails wagging, hanging on my every word. The problem was, except for a few words they related to food, walks or rides, they had no clue what I was talking about. Both of the dogs have also died and now my attention has turned to God even more than before.
Like Fritz and Missy, my Master provides my every need and speaks to me through Scripture and the promptings of His Holy Spirit within me. I hang intently on His every word. The older I get, the more my thoughts turn to heaven and that is where Fritz, Missy and I have the same problem.
Will the six dogs I have loved in this life be in heaven to greet me? What kind of food will we eat? Will our new bodies require toilets in heaven? Will I have a job or duties to perform there? What will the “mansion” God has prepared for me look like? I have no clue and neither does anyone else in this life. John Wesley once said, “Asking me to describe Heaven, is like asking a baby in the womb to describe creation.” A preacher responded to a little girl’s questions about Heaven, “Honey you just imagine the most wonderful heaven you can and I promise you it will be better than that.” 1 Corinthians 2:9 tells us, “No eye has seen, no ear has heard, and it has not entered the mind of man what God has prepared for those who love Him.”
This is what I do know about Heaven. My Master will be there to greet me along with all of my Christian relatives and friends who have died before me. Heaven will be my eternal home. For now, that’s all I need to know.