Tom Gloger on Heaven

Some Personal Opinions.

. . . I saw also the LORD sitting upon a throne, high and lifted up, and his train filled the temple. – Isaiah 6:1 (KJV)
As a model railroader, I really perked up when I first read Isaiah 6:1 in the King James Version of the Bible.  That was before I read other translations and found out the "train" part referred to the train of His robe. 
I suppose many of us at one time have wondered what Heaven would be like, and if our loved ones who get there would still be able to engage in their favorite hobby or interest. 

While I can't say whether they will or won't be able to do so, my personal opinion is it won't matter to them whether they can or can't.  Here's why:

The Bible clearly defines Heaven as a wonderful place, better than we can imagine.  But trying to explain the joys of Heaven to us humans, with our limited knowledge and understanding, is probably harder than trying to explain the appeal of a honeymoon to a seven year old boy.  To us, here, now, the thought of spending that much time around the throne praising the Lord sounds boring.  But I don't think it will be, once we meet Him face to face.  I think it will be more like being in love than being in love is.

Imagine, if you will, a POW camp.  The prisoners of this camp don't have much, and life is difficult, even brutal.  To take their minds off their troubles, the prisoners begin to hold cockroach races.  After a time, people begin to get very serious about it, training the roaches and feeding them from their food ration.

Now imagine a child growing up in this camp.  This is all he's ever known.  Learning about the races, he catches his own cockroaches, and learns to groom them for the races.  After a while, he eventually wins a few races, and even begins to make a name for himself.

Then one day news spreads through the camp that the prisoners are to be freed  Soldiers have fought and died to capture the camp so the prisoners may be returned to their own country, to homes that are waiting for them.  But the child, knowing only the camp as home, has just one question:

"Do they have cockroach races there?  Because if they don't, I'm not going!"