“Christian, meditate much on heaven; it will help you to press on and to forget the difficulty of the journey.” Spurgeon is alleged to have said that, although I cannot confirm. Regardless, it is sound advice and goes well with my other favorite quote, “Jesus didn’t die just to get you into heaven, He died to get heaven into you.“
Life can be a real crap sandwich sometimes and it’s not so easy to try to bring a bit of heaven down to earth, but I believe that’s what we’re called to do. Often we say the Lord’s prayer, we say those words, On Earth as it is in heaven, but I’m not so sure we actually believe it.
As a kid, I honestly believed heaven was about being a cherub glued to a cloud and forced to play harp music for all of eternity. I was certainly not going there. I can laugh about it today, but it really caused this major rift and years of separation from God because all I could think was, what kind of a God would inflict that nightmare scenario on us??
The last thing I ever wanted to do was “meditate on heaven.” Heaven sounded just dreadful. It took years for me to realize and to accept that God was good and trustworthy. He knows us well and He wants what’s best for us. We can trust Him with our life….. and our afterlife.
1 Corinthians 2:9 says, “However, as it is written: “What no eye has seen, what no ear has heard, and what no human mind has conceived”- the things God has prepared for those who love him.” So whatever heaven looks like, it is even better than our wildest imaginings.
I once had nothing positive to relate heaven too, no earthly experiences, nothing to really meditate on and so I prayed and God began to send me a series of dreams, outlandish and wild dreams, some quite funny and some that would wake me up tearful with longing, sad that the world we live in is so broken.
In one dream there was a courtyard paved in gold and at the center of it, a giant fountain full of coffee. I think that is where we all go to finish those conversations we never got to finish here on Earth. There were famous people there walking about, but I couldn’t begin to tell you who they were, I just had the feeling that I should know them.
I dreamed of rolling hills once and wildflowers and a pond so still and flat it was like glass and you could walk on it but it felt soft like water, warm, and your footprints left tiny ripples that twinkled in the sunlight.
It’s hard to describe those dreams with words because they were very surreal and so I’m left kind of helplessly trying to explain that everywhere you looked there was this glorious sunlight, not glaring at all, but warm and bright, except it wasn’t coming from the sun at all, it was coming right from God. I knew it was God too because I smelled Him everywhere.
It’s a funny thing to talk about smelling God, but when I was very small I had an encounter with God and I knew it was Him because He smelled like bread and yet unlike any bread I’ve ever smelled. He smelled like bread and sheets hanging on a clothesline. He smelled like sunshine.
I’m grateful God knows just what I need and answers even my unformed and disorganized prayers, my vague and ambiguous laments about being unable to place my eyes on what I do not know.
Meditate much on heaven.