A Heaven I Can Imagine

Last night I had a life-changing experience, I think. I don’t always recognize them in the moment, but this one hit me instantly. It changed the way I see my faith, my Christian family, and my eternity.

My reader Sherry and I were discussing the second coming of Christ, and let me tell you it was all getting very confusing. Acts 1:11 reads, “You saw Jesus carried away from you into heaven. He will come back in the same way you saw him go.” The idea of Jesus coming down from heaven in this way is hard to imagine. Where is heaven? What does it look like? How far away is it? Can we put heaven into words, into pictures, into dreams? Will we see him riding in on a cloud? Soaring from the sky like a bird in flight? ¬†Exploding into our lives like a firework? After a lot of talking, I admitted I did not have the answers and Sherry agreed we could not fully know what to expect from heaven or from the return of Jesus.

We moved on in our lessons and I forgot about the heaven discussion. Quite a while later, we were reading Acts 2:42-47, which describes the selfless ways in which the believers lived. They shared food, money, and time. They sold belongings to give the proceeds to the needy. They opened up their homes to one another and shared everything (v. 42). It says, “They were happy to share their food and ate with joyful hearts,” (v.46). Sherry and I were struck by this idea of a fellowship of joy. We discussed how different our modern churches look from the gatherings of these first believers. We questioned how we could be more like them. We spent stretches of time in silence, each of us pondering the implications of this passage in our lives. Eventually, Sherry said something to the effect of this: One day, we will live in complete joy. We will all share our lives with one another, united in Christ. And then she said, “That’s the kind of heaven I can imagine.”¬†

I tried to hide the tears that were welling in my eyes, only to see that Sherry was crying as well. We were both moved by our longing for this heaven, this joyful fellowship, this selfless unity. We laughed a little and she apologized for being sensitive, but I know our tears were a genuine reaction to what we had just experienced. We had glimpsed a future that was beautiful and full of promise in a world that often feels so lonely and dark. We had rediscovered the goal of Christian love and unity. We had realized that heaven might not be a place we can see with our eyes just yet, but it is a place we can feel with our souls.

Until Christ returns or calls us home, let us set our sights on things eternal. Let us strive to live like the first believers, giving up all we have to serve God and others. Let us invest in our faith, instead of in worldly possessions. And let us unite in joy instead of clinging to the problems that separate us.

I know this is easier said than done, but let us be transformed by the hope that heaven isn’t so far away after all.

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