So, what’s the first thing you’re going to ask God when you get to heaven?
Anyone like me has rattled off a dozen or so off-the-cuff remarks through the years about how you’re going to ask God this or that when you get to see Him in heaven. But the longer I’m alive, the less I’m planning to ask.
Not because I don’t have questions—I have many. Not because I eventually found all the answers during this open-book Bible test that is my life on earth—I haven’t. So much of the black and white clarity I possessed at age twenty-one has slowly turned into a muddled gray.
But, remember how Moses wanted to see God and he had to be hidden in a cleft in a rock and he could only look at God’s back after He'd passed by? What that implies about God’s front is frightening and doesn’t really seem conducive to the sort of presumptuous press conference that one would think I’m anticipating as I spout off things I’m going to ask when I see God in heaven.
Yes, I have questions. And I will continue to ask for otherworldly wisdom in sorting through the perplexity of gray as life gets more complicated. But as my trust in the Trustworthy One grows, I find that my questions become less demanding, less urgent. The meat of so many of my conversations with Him can be summarized in simple words of either repentance or gratitude.
I’m growing to believe that at the end of the day, at the end of that Day, most all words will fall away and there will only be a few quiet things left to say in the irresistible glow of that unapproachable Light—one of them being “I’m sorry” and the other being “Thank you”.
