This Morning I woke up thinking of a friend I had lost contact with over the years and purposed to look him up and get in touch with him. Hours later the phone rang and it was a mutual friend telling me he had passed away during the night. I knew right away he had “waved” to me from the journey.
Years ago, when my best friend died, I actually asked the Lord to let me hear from her from Heaven. Just a word, a glimpse, please Sir. To comfort my heart more than build my faith. Weeks later I woke early one morning to sense her unmistakable presence and intense, hushed whisper into my spirit: “All you can bring is Love!” There was no mistaking it was her nor that it took some sort of unfathomable effort for her to bring that message. And no denying that it meshed perfectly with what I knew from scripture.
My children and I remember when my grandmother left this world–a huge electronic pulse turned our stereo on full blast at 3:00 before the phone rang with the news of her passing. Never happened before or since. She came through to say goodbye to us on her way to her forever Home.
And I still remember the look on my dying uncle’s face as he crossed. Comatose for days, at the end he sat bolt upright in the hospital bed and reached his arms up towards the ceiling as if to be lifted up, a look of stunned awe on his face. Miraculous. Undeniable.
Any nurse will tell you people often “see” Heaven as they pass from this life, in explicable last visions or exclamations, often greeting other deceased relatives with joy.
On the other hand, I once sat with an aunt as she died and was intubated and put on a respirator. When she woke up, she told of leaving her body and going down to a dark tunnel and seeing her deceased husband who told her “Go back, go back” and motioned her away. She lived another year and spent every waking minute reading the Bible, watching Christian videos, and praying with friends and visitors.
So, it’s not that we don’t get hints all along in this life. And the older or more troubled we get, the more beloveds we lose, the more we think about Heaven. But the truth is, the Bible doesn’t give us much to go on. Lots of instructions about how to prepare for it, but hardly anything about how we will experience it. I Corinthians 2:9 puts it plainly: “…eye has not seen, and ear has not heard, and it has not entered the human heart, what God has prepared for those who love him…”
In a nutshell, Heaven is so fabulous, even GOD doesn’t have the words. Or He doesn’t want us to have them yet because He wants us to finish our missions here. Probably if we knew for sure, we’d buy the first ticket outta here.
Scoffers like to point out that astronauts don’t see “Heaven” up in space. And the Hubble telescope hasn’t located any distant place that would qualify. So where is Heaven? What is it?
In a nutshell, it’s not a place…it’s a condition. A “dimension,” sci-fi writers like to say. Physicists talk about the theoretical possibilities for other dimensions all the time. And scripture adds that it is where only God’s will is done all the time. No evil. None. Zero. Zip. Nada. Pure “holiness” like we have never experienced in this thorny old world. Which is why Jesus has to vouch for us to get in. As Dorothy Sayers put it, “God came in the flesh and took His own medicine”.
People write books about Heaven–mostly how they died and went there, then came back. Usually kinda lame and fleshy, sometimes intriguing. Never provable, of course. Movies give it a try sometimes too.
But honestly, those occasional little “waves” from loved ones passing is more convincing to me. Probably you have experienced some as well. When you know and love a person, you understand immediately they aren’t pretending. People might make stuff up in daily life, but not when it comes to the end of their life. Dead serious, so to speak. Nobody is kiddin’ around on that last day. Going home.
Because Heaven is our real home. We always knew in our soul that this couldn’t be it. Everything there will be upside down. The poorest the richest. The famous unknown. The things our flesh strives for here banished forever there. The things our souls hungered for our crown.
I see God’s point entirely: How could you describe a place that will correct everything forever? Where perfect love transforms every crooked thing? No words. Love is like that…not what you say or feel…it’s what you do. Heaven is what God—perfect Love—does for us. Forever.
Here is one of the most credible accounts I have seen of “went to Heaven and came back” testimonies.