I Can't Wait For Heaven!

I've been thinking a lot lately about Jesus. I guess that's not surprising to anyone who knows I'm a Christian. Ideally, Christians do/should spend a lot of time thinking about Him!

For some reason though, I've been thinking about the divine/human aspects of Christ and how the fact that were He only one or the other, there would be no story to tell. Or the story wouldn't be nearly as powerful. Yes, Christ was both human and divine.

He was born to a human woman - God's handpicked vessel for entry into our world. I believe too that he was "more" human than divine--at least at first. By that I mean he was probably a precocious, wise and serious child, yet he was still a child - like any other child. I doubt he went through the "terrible twos" or teenage rebellion - did children 2000 years ago have the luxury of exerting their individuality or expressing it as children today seem to?

To me, His humanness is what evokes my gratitude. He had a human will. Even on the Cross, He could have called down the angels to minister to Him--more, to carry him to heaven away from the evil and sin on earth. He chose to suffer as a human man, die as a human man - a terrible, painful, gruesome death.

Jesus set aside His "God-ness" to be like you and me. Just stop and think about that with me for a moment. Have you ever heard of anything so incredible? Can you even imagine it? The creator of the universe, of time and space itself, dared to step down from heaven to walk among us as a human being. It really makes me cry when I fully grasp this truth.

The first question I am going to ask God when I get to heaven is why? Why, God? Why?
I know: he loves us, he wanted us to know how much he loves us. But it is more than that. There is a desire for an intimacy that He doesn't experience any other way, I think. It is with mankind, His most prized and beloved creation that He was willing to expose Himself, to allow Himself to be seen and felt and heard and experienced. And then, as if it were not enough, He died on a cross. And then . . . ! Then . . . ! He sent the Holy Spirit!

I don't know why I'm so filled up with awe and gratitude and wonder and deep, deep aching longing for my God--I began this post several days ago, thinking perhaps if I waited a bit I would know what has prompted this "sentimental" train of thought!

I think sometimes when we stop long enough to really think about it we begin to grasp how incredible is the mystery and truth that God not only thought of us, created us and purposed our lives, He waits for us in Heaven. I have no doubt He has guided, protected, loved and cared for
me every instant of my life upon this earth.

I can't wait to get to heaven so I can kneel at the foot of His holy throne for the rest of eternity.