Last night Trent's name casually came up in conversation, and out of the blue, Grace, Micah and I entered in to deep theological matters that I have forgotten to be in awe of. I can't even remember what was said about Trent when Micah commented, "I wish people could come back from heaven."
I explained in simple terms, on a six year old level, "They do, Micah."
"They do?" he asked, eyes wide. "Can he come back today?" The three of us went on to discuss how Jesus was raised from the grave as the firstfruit, how God is going to restore this earth, how people will come back from heaven.
"Well then we better keep his stuff in his trunk for him."
"But I think we will probably go to heaven before Trent comes back from heaven, honey," I tried to explain.
"Well, then maybe Russell can take care of it for him." Russell is our 80-some year old neighbor.
So I tried a different tactic and told him, like Isaiah said, that we will throw all of these earthly belongings that we hold on to so tightly here and put so much meaning in, to the rats and the bats when we see what Jesus has to offer us. I think I summed it up by saying, "Jesus has lots better stuff for us."
"Like gold money, and it has the chocolates inside?"
"Yep, Micah, like gold money with chocolates inside, and even better than that."
"Better than that?!" he could hardly believe it.
I wish I could capture the "awe" in his voice by typing mere words on a computer. I wish I could capture the excitement of his childlike faith. I wish I could capture his wide eyes and expectant face for a God who was just revealed bigger than he could have ever imagined. I wish I could somehow pen the joy in my own heart to be reminded, yet again, that people do come back from heaven, and God has better things in store for His children. Better, even, than gold coins with chocolate inside.
