What Makes Heaven Heavenly
by Max Lucado
You will be you at your best forever. Even now you have your good
moments. Occasional glimpses of your heavenly self. When you change
your baby's diaper, forgive your boss's temper, tolerate your
spouse's moodiness, you display traces of saintliness. It's the
other moments that sour life. Tongue, sharp as a razor. Moods as
unpredictable as Mount Saint Helens. This part wearies you.
Just think what Satan has taken from you, even in the last few
hours. You worried about a decision and envied someone's success,
dreaded a conversation and resented an interruption. He's been
prowling your environs all day, pickpocketing peace, joy, belly
laughs, and honest love. Rotten freebooter.
But his days are numbered. Unlike he did in the Garden of Eden,
Satan will not lurk in heaven's gardens. "There shall be no more
curse" (22:3 NKJV). He will not tempt; hence, you will not stumble.
You will be you at your best forever!
Christ will have completed his redemptive work. All gossip excised
and jealousy extracted. He will suction the last drop of orneriness
from the most remote corners of our souls. You'll love the result.
No one will doubt your word, question your motives, or speak evil
behind your back. God's sin purging discontinues all strife.
No sin means no thieves, divorce, heartbreak, and no boredom. You
won't be bored in heaven, because you won't be the same you in
heaven. Boredom emerges from soils that heaven disallows. The soil
of weariness: our eyes tire. Mental limitations: information
overload dulls us. Self-centeredness: we grow disinterested when
the spotlight shifts to others. Tedium: meaningless activity
siphons vigor.
But Satan will take these weedy soils to hell with him, leaving you
with a keen mind, endless focus, and God-honoring assignments.
We might serve in the capacity we serve now. Couldn't earthly
assignments hint at heavenly ones? Architects of Moscow might draw
blueprints in the new Liverpool. We will feast in heaven; you may
be a cook on Saturn. God filled his first garden with plants and
animals. He'll surely do the same in heaven. If so, he may entrust
you with the care and feeding of an Africa or two.
One thing is for sure: you'll love it. Never weary, selfish, or
defeated. Clear mind, tireless muscles, unhindered joy. Heaven is a
perfect place of perfected people with our perfect Lord.
by Max Lucado
You will be you at your best forever. Even now you have your good
moments. Occasional glimpses of your heavenly self. When you change
your baby's diaper, forgive your boss's temper, tolerate your
spouse's moodiness, you display traces of saintliness. It's the
other moments that sour life. Tongue, sharp as a razor. Moods as
unpredictable as Mount Saint Helens. This part wearies you.
Just think what Satan has taken from you, even in the last few
hours. You worried about a decision and envied someone's success,
dreaded a conversation and resented an interruption. He's been
prowling your environs all day, pickpocketing peace, joy, belly
laughs, and honest love. Rotten freebooter.
But his days are numbered. Unlike he did in the Garden of Eden,
Satan will not lurk in heaven's gardens. "There shall be no more
curse" (22:3 NKJV). He will not tempt; hence, you will not stumble.
You will be you at your best forever!
Christ will have completed his redemptive work. All gossip excised
and jealousy extracted. He will suction the last drop of orneriness
from the most remote corners of our souls. You'll love the result.
No one will doubt your word, question your motives, or speak evil
behind your back. God's sin purging discontinues all strife.
No sin means no thieves, divorce, heartbreak, and no boredom. You
won't be bored in heaven, because you won't be the same you in
heaven. Boredom emerges from soils that heaven disallows. The soil
of weariness: our eyes tire. Mental limitations: information
overload dulls us. Self-centeredness: we grow disinterested when
the spotlight shifts to others. Tedium: meaningless activity
siphons vigor.
But Satan will take these weedy soils to hell with him, leaving you
with a keen mind, endless focus, and God-honoring assignments.
We might serve in the capacity we serve now. Couldn't earthly
assignments hint at heavenly ones? Architects of Moscow might draw
blueprints in the new Liverpool. We will feast in heaven; you may
be a cook on Saturn. God filled his first garden with plants and
animals. He'll surely do the same in heaven. If so, he may entrust
you with the care and feeding of an Africa or two.
One thing is for sure: you'll love it. Never weary, selfish, or
defeated. Clear mind, tireless muscles, unhindered joy. Heaven is a
perfect place of perfected people with our perfect Lord.
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