Schrode over at the Thinklings said he couldn’t put himself through watching the – ABC News Presents a Barbara Walters Special: Heaven, Where Is It? How Do We Get There? I don’t blame him, as I didn’t care to hear some of the inane comments that I am sure came out of the interviews.

One of the commenter’s on his blog asked what the Thinklings thought Heaven was like. Brian in Fresno (a regular commenter) said,

I think Heaven is the New Earth where we will lay on our faces praising God if for no other reason than being completely overwhelmed by His glory and holiness.

Many, many years ago I had a day dream… I’d call it a vision if I didn’t think that would be almost heretical, so we’ll just stick with day dream, that I saw heaven. For a very brief moment I found myself floating in an infinite void and before me was a swirling vortex larger than I could grasp. Around and around shapes and colors whirled in a slow almost dancing pace. Some of these shapes would move further out on their circular path. As one passed by me I suddenly realized what it was that I was witnessing. It was the multitude of saints worshiping God, and somewhere from within the center of this whirl wind came to my awareness a sense of His presence. And as quickly as I realized that I felt an almost irrisistable desire to loose myself to worshiping God. The idea that there would be nothing left to think or do or care about was grand, and it was overwhelming in it’s pull on my soul.

I know that in reading this, if you aren’t a Christian, or if you aren’t a religious person, the idea of just giving yourself over, to complete adoration of something may sound very weird. You may believe that my thinking that this (my idea of non-stop worship) is perfection, is just whacked, or perhaps cultish sounding. In defense of this you need to understand that my beliefs lead me to believe that we are ultimately designed by God for one purpose, and that is to worship Him. If I’m not doing that then I am not doing what I was designed to do. And I don’t mean designed in the sense that my ‘ultimate purpose’ is to worship, I literally mean it in the same sense that I’d say a car was designed to carry passengers on a road. For all the blather of purpose filled this and purpose filled that, the real purpose is to worship God.

The problem is that between our own sinful nature and the falleness of the world around us, worship is sometimes hard to do, sometimes it can even seem to be a task. In Heaven it will won’t be either. It will be the very best, most incredibly enjoyable activity that you’ve ever done. Imagine the thing that’s given you the most joy in this world, magnify by infinity and realize that the feeling never wanes or ends. It’s as good the first second as it is a 1,000 years from then.