Today I was sitting in College Writing II, daydreaming as usual. I can't remember what sparked my imagination on this particular day, but I suddenly had a very tangible image of heaven in my mind.
I was thinking about that day--what it would finally feel like to see God face to face--and I began to wonder about something I have never thought about before. Imagine that day, standing in our white robes in the glory of God's physical presence. We feel completely different--everything seems real, as if sin was masking dimensions of reality that we never even dreamed of. We realize how fake our short lives in sin really were. In anticipation, we watch the events of universal judgment play out . . .
And what if while we watch God separate the saved from the lost, we suddenly realize that the ratios don't seem right. A great multitude of the saved stand apart from maybe a dozen of the lost. And while we wonder, How can this be? How can there be so few who are lost? Christ answers, My grace abounds beyond your wildest dreams.
That thought meant so much to me--even writing about it makes me emotional. I understand it may not be realistic. God's grace doesn't have power over people who reject him. But that image--so few being lost--defines the mission of my life. If every Christian steps up to the full life of love that God has called us to, I have no doubt that we can literally change the outcome of judgment day.
I want that so badly. I want heaven to be a place for all people. I want to be surprised when I see relatives and friends I never thought I would see there. In tears, they would tell me about that person who introduced them to Christ's saving grace. Let's be that person. I don't want to have to make new friends in heaven.
