Posted: Thu Nov 12, 2009 3:31 pm
I posted this one in our little online church a few days ago...If you will read this one, then, I am sure it will help you get a glimpse of what Heaven is truly like...
I would love to share this true story with each of you, who have lost loved
ones or have a fear of death…I read this book last night and it is by Don Piper!!!
Here is a portion of his 90 minutes in Heaven!!!
As a young boy I spent a lot of time out in the country and woods. When
walking through
waist-high dried grass, I often surprised a convey of birds and flushed them
out of their nests in the ground. A whooshing sound accompanied their wings as
they flew away.
My most vivid memory of heaven is what I heard. I can only describe it as a
holy swoosh of wings.
But, I'd have to magnify that thousands of times to explain the effect of the
sound in heaven.
It was the most beautiful and pleasant sound I've ever heard, and it didn't
stop. It was like a song that goes on forever. I felt awestruck, wanting only to
listen.
I didn't just hear music, it seemed as if I were a part of the music-and
it played in and through my body. I stood still and yet I felt embraced by the
sounds.
As aware that I was of the joyous sounds and melodies that filled the air, I
wasn't distracted. I felt as if the heavenly concert permeated every part of my
being, and at the same time I focused on everything else around me.
I never saw anything that produced the sound. I had the sense that whatever
made the heavenly music was just above me, but I didn't look up.
I am not sure why. Perhaps it was because I was so enamored with the people
around me, or maybe it was because my senses were so engaged that I feasted on
everything at the same time. I asked no questions and never wondered about
anything. Everything was perfect. I sensed that I knew everything and had no
questions to ask.
Myriads of sounds so filled my mind and heart that it is difficult to explain
them.
The most amazing one, however, was the angels' wings. I didn't see them,
but the sound was a beautiful, holy melody with a cadence that never seemed to
stop.
The swishing resounded as if it was a form of never-ending praise. As I
listened, I simply knew what it was.
A second sound remains, even today, the single, most vivid memory I have of my
heavenly experience. I call it music, but it differed from anything I had ever
heard or expect to hear here on earth. The melodies of praise filled the
atmosphere. The nonstop intensity and endless variety overwhelmed me.
The praise was unending, but the most remarkable thing to me was the hundreds
of songs were being sung at the same time-all of them worshiping God. As I
approached the large, magnificent gate, I heard them from every direction and
realized that each voice praised God. I write (voice), but it was more than
that. Some sounded instrumental, but I wasn't sure-and I wasn't concerned.
Praise was everywhere, and all of it was musical, yet comprised of melodies and
tones I'd never experienced before.
"Hallelujah!" "Praise to the King!" Such words rang out in the midst of all
the music. I don't know if angels were singing them or if they came from humans.
I felt so awestruck and caught up in the heavenly mood that I didn't look
around. My heart filled with the deepest joy I've ever experienced. I wasn't a
participant in the worship, yet I felt as if my heart rang out with the same
kind of joy and exuberance.
If we played three CDs of praise at the same time, we'd have a cacophony of
noise that would drive us crazy. This was totally different. Every sound
blended, and each voice or instrument enhanced the others.
As strange as it may seem, I could clearly distinguish each song. It sounded
as if each hymn of praise was meant for me to hear as I moved inside the gates.
Many of the old hymns and choruses I had sung at various times in my life were
part of the music-along with hundreds of songs I had never heard before. Hymns
of praise, modern-sounding choruses, and ancient chants filled my ears and
brought not only a deep peace but the greatest feeling of joy I have ever
experienced.
As I stood before the gate, I didn't think of it, but later I realized that I
didn't hear such songs as "The Old Rugged Cross" or the "Nail-Scarred Hand."
None of the hymns that filled the air were about Jesus' sacrifice or death. I
heard no sad songs in heaven. Why would there be? All were praises about
Christ's reign as King of Kings and our joyful worship for all he has done for
us and how wonderful he is. The celestial tunes surpassed any I have ever heard. I couldn't calculate the
number of songs-perhaps thousands-offered up simultaneously, and yet there was
not chaos, because I had the capacity to hear each one and discern the lyrics
and melody.
Obviously, I can't really know how God feels, but I find joy and comfort in
thinking that he must be pleased and blessed by the continuous sounds of praise.
In those minutes-and they held no sense of time for me—others touched me, and
their warm embraces were absolutely real. I saw colors I would never believe
existed. I've never felt more alive than I did then.
I was home; I was where I belonged. I wanted to be there more than I had ever
wanted to be anywhere on earth. Time had slipped away, and I was simply present
in heaven. All worries, anxieties, and concerns vanished. I had no needs, and I
felt perfect.
I get frustrated describing what heaven was like, because I can't put into
words what it looked like, sounded like, and felt like. It was perfect, and I
knew that I had no needs and never would again. I didn't even think of earth or
those left behind.
I pray this posting further helps each of you who are grieving over lost loved ones!!! Have a beautiful night in Christ Jesus!!!
Live Each Day As Though It Were Your Last...God Bless...
I would love to share this true story with each of you, who have lost loved
ones or have a fear of death…I read this book last night and it is by Don Piper!!!
Here is a portion of his 90 minutes in Heaven!!!
As a young boy I spent a lot of time out in the country and woods. When
walking through
waist-high dried grass, I often surprised a convey of birds and flushed them
out of their nests in the ground. A whooshing sound accompanied their wings as
they flew away.
My most vivid memory of heaven is what I heard. I can only describe it as a
holy swoosh of wings.
But, I'd have to magnify that thousands of times to explain the effect of the
sound in heaven.
It was the most beautiful and pleasant sound I've ever heard, and it didn't
stop. It was like a song that goes on forever. I felt awestruck, wanting only to
listen.
I didn't just hear music, it seemed as if I were a part of the music-and
it played in and through my body. I stood still and yet I felt embraced by the
sounds.
As aware that I was of the joyous sounds and melodies that filled the air, I
wasn't distracted. I felt as if the heavenly concert permeated every part of my
being, and at the same time I focused on everything else around me.
I never saw anything that produced the sound. I had the sense that whatever
made the heavenly music was just above me, but I didn't look up.
I am not sure why. Perhaps it was because I was so enamored with the people
around me, or maybe it was because my senses were so engaged that I feasted on
everything at the same time. I asked no questions and never wondered about
anything. Everything was perfect. I sensed that I knew everything and had no
questions to ask.
Myriads of sounds so filled my mind and heart that it is difficult to explain
them.
The most amazing one, however, was the angels' wings. I didn't see them,
but the sound was a beautiful, holy melody with a cadence that never seemed to
stop.
The swishing resounded as if it was a form of never-ending praise. As I
listened, I simply knew what it was.
A second sound remains, even today, the single, most vivid memory I have of my
heavenly experience. I call it music, but it differed from anything I had ever
heard or expect to hear here on earth. The melodies of praise filled the
atmosphere. The nonstop intensity and endless variety overwhelmed me.
The praise was unending, but the most remarkable thing to me was the hundreds
of songs were being sung at the same time-all of them worshiping God. As I
approached the large, magnificent gate, I heard them from every direction and
realized that each voice praised God. I write (voice), but it was more than
that. Some sounded instrumental, but I wasn't sure-and I wasn't concerned.
Praise was everywhere, and all of it was musical, yet comprised of melodies and
tones I'd never experienced before.
"Hallelujah!" "Praise to the King!" Such words rang out in the midst of all
the music. I don't know if angels were singing them or if they came from humans.
I felt so awestruck and caught up in the heavenly mood that I didn't look
around. My heart filled with the deepest joy I've ever experienced. I wasn't a
participant in the worship, yet I felt as if my heart rang out with the same
kind of joy and exuberance.
If we played three CDs of praise at the same time, we'd have a cacophony of
noise that would drive us crazy. This was totally different. Every sound
blended, and each voice or instrument enhanced the others.
As strange as it may seem, I could clearly distinguish each song. It sounded
as if each hymn of praise was meant for me to hear as I moved inside the gates.
Many of the old hymns and choruses I had sung at various times in my life were
part of the music-along with hundreds of songs I had never heard before. Hymns
of praise, modern-sounding choruses, and ancient chants filled my ears and
brought not only a deep peace but the greatest feeling of joy I have ever
experienced.
As I stood before the gate, I didn't think of it, but later I realized that I
didn't hear such songs as "The Old Rugged Cross" or the "Nail-Scarred Hand."
None of the hymns that filled the air were about Jesus' sacrifice or death. I
heard no sad songs in heaven. Why would there be? All were praises about
Christ's reign as King of Kings and our joyful worship for all he has done for
us and how wonderful he is. The celestial tunes surpassed any I have ever heard. I couldn't calculate the
number of songs-perhaps thousands-offered up simultaneously, and yet there was
not chaos, because I had the capacity to hear each one and discern the lyrics
and melody.
Obviously, I can't really know how God feels, but I find joy and comfort in
thinking that he must be pleased and blessed by the continuous sounds of praise.
In those minutes-and they held no sense of time for me—others touched me, and
their warm embraces were absolutely real. I saw colors I would never believe
existed. I've never felt more alive than I did then.
I was home; I was where I belonged. I wanted to be there more than I had ever
wanted to be anywhere on earth. Time had slipped away, and I was simply present
in heaven. All worries, anxieties, and concerns vanished. I had no needs, and I
felt perfect.
I get frustrated describing what heaven was like, because I can't put into
words what it looked like, sounded like, and felt like. It was perfect, and I
knew that I had no needs and never would again. I didn't even think of earth or
those left behind.
I pray this posting further helps each of you who are grieving over lost loved ones!!! Have a beautiful night in Christ Jesus!!!
Live Each Day As Though It Were Your Last...God Bless...