There are a lot of things I have come to believe by God’s grace. I do believe. And then, in a moment of intimacy with my children, I realize that it is one thing to believe a propositional declared truth… it is another thing altogether to imagine such good truth to be TRUE.
Last night, Lina and Meggie and I were finishing the last chapter of The Jesus Storybook Bible by Sally Lloyd-Jones. It was all about the kingdom of Christ and his heaven coming to earth. It was biblical theology that mattered and could be imagined. Lina – “Linna” (5) – sat up and her eyes conveyed the imaginitive glory. “So, daddy, it’ll be like a whole new world.” Yep. “So, if I die and then Jesus breathes on me to come into his new world, I might not live here anymore… I might live in that state where Uncle Kurt and Aunt Carla live. Or maybe in Georgia.” Maybe Lina, but I like how you called it ‘Jesus’ new world. That makes a lot of sense to me. “But daddy, I might be scared in heaven because I won’t find you.” No Lina, it’s impossible for you to be scared in heaven… because in heaven there will be no tears or pain, not even fear. And Jesus won’t let you be alone. And I don’t think we’ll be apart, because we’ll all be doing the same thing – praising Jesus together!
I could go on. But I would rather “treasure these things in my heart” – in a sense they are wordless anyway. The point is, last night, through my child’s imagination, I experienced real belief. I couldn’t paint a picture for her of something I casually held to. What a gift. Thank you God for your work in my children “of promise” who make your promises new to me day after day.