Dreamscape - Heaven's Evidence

 


In our Lord’s house are many mansions as the Bible declares. Those many mansions sit on streets and avenues and spawn neighborhoods. Those in turn become sprawling suburbs and, among other magnificent constructs, the city of God is created. 

We rode among those divine neighborhoods one day. My wife and I peddled our bikes down cobblestone streets. Let it be said here that there is no marriage in Heaven, except the marriage of the Lamb and His bride - the church. She was my earthly wife but even though no legal covenant existed between us, a spiritual love and knowing existed as much there as it does on Earth. Our road skirted one of Heaven’s walls and passed through many communities, we wanted to enjoy as much as we could of God’s beautiful creation. 

The architecture was historic, with many red brick buildings two or three stories tall. The sky was a sea of blue and the weather was just right. As we rounded a gentle curve we heard a serene melody just ahead. My wife coasted to a stop and as she lay down her bike I followed. 

We peered down a side street and found the origin of the song. There was a small crowd gathered and, as we sat down with them on the thoroughfare, she came out. A beautiful African-American woman stepped out onto her balcony. She was not large as her voice would connote and not old as her rasp would suggest. She was perfect and her worship was divine. We waited in silent anticipation for her to continue. Finally, she opened her mouth and sang a sacred harmony to the Father and we all joined in. Her voice was powerful and belted down the corridors and resounded even into my waking life. It was smooth like milk and sweet like honey. 

Her song filled our souls and joy washed over us. Her rhythm pursued our muscles and we erupted into dance before God - for God is everywhere all at once. Music and life seem to break out of every corner of Heaven at any given time. This is not bad, this is not an interruption, this is God the Father within and without and through and for His children and His children for Him. It is our reason for being, His reason for creating and we are all okay with that. 

The next morning when I awoke from the dream, I could still hear the lyrics of the song play on in my memory. If I was a musician I could have written the chords of the tune and if I was more diligent I could have written the words. Sadly, I did not and soon the song was gone. I do not believe it will ever echo again into this earth unless He allows me to visit again and even then the spontaneity of the moment may never happen. 

My most sincere prayer is that my Lord will trust me to once more record the songs and happenings of Heaven. My heartfelt wish is that others can find solace in the reality of the afterlife and a confirmation of Heaven’s evidence in their own lives.

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