Heaven

My wife bought me a book the other day that I am reading. . . called "90 minutes in Heaven." So far, it is an excellent read. . . I highly recommend it. I woke up this morning thinking about heaven, what it really means & what it will be like.

Thayers Lexicon had an interesting entry on heaven . . . . "to cover, or encompass." That last word caught my eye; our good friend Mr. Webster describes encompass as "to form a circle about - to go completely around. The thought of heaven should literally encompass our everyday thinking. I not sure about you, but I don't like this planet we live on. It's beautiful and all, but it is terribly flawed, the end result of sin. I'm tired of war, poverty, pain & suffering. I long for the fullness, the encompassing of heaven. Peace, love, & joy will permeate that great city; no aborted children, no suffering elderly, no more dying, no more tears. Oh how I long for no more tears, no more sorrow. I'm a weepy person anyhow, but sometimes I'll wake up in the middle of the night weeping & praying for my babies, thinking about the world they are growing up in. I long for heaven. . . .

The first part of August, Logan came into the bedroom crying & a wee bit disturbed. He asked me if he were to die. . . he's five BTW. . . if he were to die would he go to heaven. Now, I was about to give him the typical responce a parent would give, "Why, you would go to heaven son!" But before I opened my mouth, the Holy Spirit prompted me that this was an open door for me to share salvation with my darling baby boy. I opened the Bible & shared the "Roman Road" with him in a way his little mind would comprehend. Long story short, we prayed, he asked Jesus into his heart, said amen, looked at me & said "Thanks dad, I feel much better!" He went to bed & went sound asleep, knowing he was bound for heaven.

At five, Logan was thinking about whether he would go to this place called heaven he's heard his daddy preach about. I remember at his age, looking out the car window up at the sky, thinking about the same thing. Twenty-nine years later, I still think of this place, those who are there & are awaiting my arrival, kissing the feet of that Nazarene who died on a cross for me, my sweet Jesus. . . . . Oh I long for heaven, how sweet it will be. . . . .



90 Minutes in Heaven: A True Story of Death & Life