This may be a pretty heavy topic for a Tuesday morning, or any morning, afternoon, or evening for that matter, but the other day I was thinking about death, which is something I try not to do much. I say I try not to think about it much because there is nothing that scares me more. You might say that death scares the he** out of me. Now, why is it I am scared? I am a Christian right? I know what to expect. I should have no reason to be worried; but, I am.
The truth is I probably should not worry because no amount of worrying is going to help me understand death anymore than I already do, or do not. But, with that aside, what is death going to be like? What are we going to be like? What is heaven going to be like? None of these questions are satisfactorily answered in the Bible, at least for my worrying mind. We have the accounts of a few men who saw glimpses of heaven but I do not know that their descriptions really comfort me much. I am not really expecting streets of gold. I could be wrong but I think that was the pitiful attempt of a man trying to grasp at a way to describe something he had never seen before and could not fully understand. So with that, what are we left with? Do we look to people like Dante and Milton? I do not think that is the answer either.
In the end I think this is another area in which we are called to faith. We need to trust that God has designed a place far greater than we can ever imagine. We need to trust that being with Him for eternity is an amazingly desirable thing. Even still, will I worry about death? Probably. Should I still worry about death? Probably not.