Mark 1:10

Mark 1:10 “As Jesus was coming up out of the water, he saw heaven being torn open and the Spirit descending on him like a dove.”

What would that LOOK like—heaven being torn open?! He went down into the water—His death—and came back out—His resurrection—and THEN He saw heaven rent. His Father’s public, audible pronouncement stamped the whole event with a Royal seal, “You are My Son, Whom I love; with You I am well-pleased.” Those words—a balm and a blessing. A square, forthright, grasp of the shoulders and a statement of utter satisfaction. The Father to the Son. And ultimately, the Son to the whole world. †

worship

What must worship be like in Heaven? I wonder if it's going to be vitally, organically different since we will be different. I wonder why I don't know what it will entail, what it'll feel like, what I'll do to be worshiping Him in a world where Time is not experienced like it is here.

I wonder if it's so different that it'd be like trying to explain to a goldfish how to barrel race. Or skydive. Or paint like Monet. Or understand how joy makes us weep. Its imagination is too minuscule. And it lacks the soul space to deal with the depth and width and height of it all.

I wonder if worship there is so exquisite, so perfect, that it would break my heart to know. And my Abba could not do that to me. It must be the most caring and tender thing for Him to do, to have me to wait here and anticipate the participation in a glory that I glimpse now from the stadium of my soul.

I'm fine with being a goldfish, honestly. It's still wondrous to consider though. "I can only imagine." †