An unknown author once said, “As a boy, I thought of heaven as a city with domes, spires, and beautiful streets, inhabited by angels. By and by my little brother died, and I thought of heaven much as before, but with one inhabitant that I knew. Then another died, and then some of my acquaintances, so in time I began to think of heaven as containing several people that I knew. But it was not until one of my own little children died that I began to think I had treasure in heaven myself. Afterward another went, and yet another. By that time I had so many acquaintances and children in heaven that I no more thought of it as a city merely with streets of gold but as a place full of inhabitants. Now there are so many loved ones there I sometimes think I know more people in heaven than I do on earth.”
Indeed it is true, if we live long enough the chances are good that we will have more friends in heaven than on earth– but that’s not the best part. The thing that makes this so wonderful is that God’s people never meet for the last time! Some day there will be a glorious reunion and all God’s children shall be gathered home where they will rejoice through the endless ages. I am typing with with tears in my eyes as I am singing–
I’ll keep on praising Him,
And my voice shall never tire or grow old;
And my song shall ever be,
“Praise the Lamb who died for me,”
And I’ll sing it while ages shall roll.”
