Back in August, I got the new Gaither Vocal Band CD. They did several older songs, and there is one that has got me thinking every time I hear it. We'll Talk It Over. The chorus goes like this:
We'll talk it over in the bye and bye.
We'll talk it over, my Lord and I.
I'll ask the reasons - He'll tell me why,
When we talk it over in the bye and bye.
There's also a well known hymn that has a similar idea:
We are tossed and driven
on the restless sea of time;
somber skies and howling tempests
oft succeed a bright sunshine;
in that land of perfect day,
when the mists are rolled away,
we will understand it better by and by.
Refrain:
By and by, when the morning comes,
when the saints of God are gathered home,
we'll tell the story how we've overcome,
for we'll understand it better by and by.
Almost every time I listen to that CD and hear that song, I have had the same thought run through my mind: "will it really matter in the by and by"?
Heaven is going to be amazing, far more and better than we can ever think of. The most beautiful things and scenes here will pal in comparison to what Heaven will be like. And then there will be Jesus.....imagine what it will be like to see our Savior face to face.....
And then imagine this:
"Hey Jesus, I was wondering: that job I wanted so badly in 98', and prayed about? Why didn't I get that?"
"And that time I was in that traffic jam for 5 hours...what was with that?"
"Why did I have to suffer with that disease for so long?"
"Why, why, why?"
The things that happened in our lives here on earth aren't going to matter then. I doubt they will even cross our minds.... not even the big things:
"Jesus, why did you never let us have children?"
"Why did you take my spouse so early?"
"Why did I have to grow up without parents?"
When we enter those pearly gates, gaze upon the sites of Heaven, see loved ones who have gone before, and see Jesus; nothing in this life is going to be of any consequence then. We aren't going to be asking why. I also don't believe that when we enter Heaven, we will suddenly know of those things either. And we won't care.
There's a new song that sums up this idea: "If we ever gotta look". The song says if we ever got a look at what's waiting in Heaven, we wouldn't want to stay down here. I also think that if we got a look at what Heaven is like, and what it holds, the things that happen here wouldn't seem that big to us.
It is too easy to get focused on the here and now, and to forget that we aren't living for this life. We are living for Heaven. Some day, all of we who have been faithful to serve Him, will hear those words " well done, good and faithful servant", and we will be welcomed into an eternity in Heaven. And all that happened here, won't matter anymore.
If We Ever Gotta Look
Verse 1
God had a plan for His children down here to serve Him
Live every day, help people get saved, and go to Heaven
But He can't reveal, He must conceal the land of no more tears
If we ever gotta look at what's waiting up there, we wouldn't want to stay down here
Chorus:
If we could open up the door, look at the floor of the street that is paved with gold
Pass through the walls, look down the halls, see the half that's never been told
We never could imagine all the splendor of the mansions or the river that is crystal clear
If we ever gotta look at what's waiting up there, we wouldn't want to stay down here
No, we wouldn't want to stay down here.
Verse 2
Heaven's so grand, language just can't describe it
John tried to say but He couldn't convey or define it
The end of war, we'll die no more, the heart will never know fear
If we ever gotta look at what's waiting up there, we wouldn't want to stay down here
Chorus:
If we could open up the door, look at the floor of the street that is paved with gold
Pass through the walls, look down the halls, see the half that's never been told
We never could imagine all the splendor of the mansions or the river that is crystal clear
If we ever gotta look at what's waiting up there, we wouldn't want to stay down here
No, we wouldn't want to stay down here.
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