I love to sing, whether I sound good at the moment or not, I still love to do it. Some days my singing voice is better than others, and there are a few days when I sing so poorly I could probably win one of the American Idol competitions. I listen to professional singers and I think, “wow, I’ll never be that good.” Then again, sometimes I listen to other professional singers and I think, “wow…I could do that.” Only I would try to do it with all my clothes on.
I have to stop sometimes and consider Heaven, my future home, and one of the wondrous things I think about is the Heavenly choir. There they are, all decked out in their spotless white robes, singing their little immortal hearts out, all perfectly on key, and then, suddenly, from out of the blue…me. There I come with my so-so voice with its rattle-trap transmission, and somebody elbows somebody else and the elbowed one moves out of the way, leaving a gap in the line for me.
I step in, and tune up and open my mouth. Out comes the richest, boldest, most beautiful sound I have ever heard and the others nod at me and smile in recognition because they’ve all been there too….well, that’s the fantasy anyway. But is it really like that? I’m making light of it here, but the reality of Heaven is not so far gone from the delusion I just described. Think about it, we go from wearing these imperfect bodies, with all our moles and scars, complete with boogers and all, and we go on to absolute perfection in Heaven.
Those who can’t sing, will sing like they were born to it. Those who have never walked will run foot races to the throne of Grace. Those who were blind in life will see the face of God, and those who have never heard a sound will hear the angels sing. That’s what Heaven means to me, a place where there is no sorrow, no pain, no disabilities or injury. No tears, except for the ones that come from joy. There is simply no imperfections there where God resides. No sin, no regrets, no old shadows of a past life that come back to haunt you time and again.
So, I guess, if God’s promises are all true, I’ll get a place in that Heavenly choir, and I’ll sound good too, but by that time I’ll no longer care whether I sing well or not, because those petty little prideful problems will no longer matter, so grateful will I be just to have entered into the Kingdom of Heaven. God is there in all His Glory and Majesty, to welcome us home where we truly fit in and belong. What awe will we feel when we stand on those golden shores? Just imagine.
