I Wonder What My Dad Is Doing

My Dad has been in heaven for 112 days, but if you go by the John-Newton-Amazing Grace math, he has no less days to sing God’s praise, then when he first begun.

What has my Dad been up to the last few months? How any biblical characters has he met? How many saints through church history has he spoken to? How often does He see Jesus face to face? Has he been laughing like he thought he would in heaven? Have there been “favorite songs” he has been singing?

Has he spent time with his parents? Close friends? People from my church that have died over the last 8 years? Has he met the loved ones of my friends on earth?

What does my Dad look like clothed in righteousness? What words come out of his mouth now that ever did on earth? Does he wear his crown of victory well?

There is not a day that goes by that I don’t wonder what he is doing? And I doubt he thinks of us at all. I don’t say that to sound cruel; I just think that the glories of heaven must be so consuming that thinking about life on earth would probably seem silly to occupants of heaven.

I am fairly convinced that his experience in heaven is quite similar to the words of Jonathan Edwards I The Christian Pilgrim – “The enjoyment of God is the only happiness with which our souls can be satisfied. To go to heaven, fully to enjoy God, is infinitely better than the most pleasant accommodations here. Fathers and mothers, husbands, wives, or children, or the company of earthly friends, are but shadows; but God is the substance. These are but scattered beams, but God is the sun. These are but streams. But God is the ocean. Therefore it becomes us to spend this life only as a journey toward heaven, as it becomes us to make the seeking of our highest end and proper good, the whole work of our lives; to which we should subordinate all other concerns of life. Why would be labour for, or set our hearts on, any thing else, but that which is our proper end, and true happiness.”

Whatever my Dad is doing, I am sure he has never been happier. His joy will never be stolen; it will never be wiped away.