I’m thinking that when we get to heaven, we will find that the music we have heard and enjoyed on earth is just a sliver of all that is on the Heavenly spectrum. That the colors we know in our rainbow are only from, let’s say, 49 to 51 on God’s scale of 1 to 100. The senses will not be just five or six, but ten thousand.
“Eyes have not seen; ears have not heard; neither has it entered into the heart of man the things that God has prepared for those who love Him” (I Corinthians 2:9).
We shall worship God the way we have always wanted to.
I have stood underneath a maple tree in all its autumnal radiance, and tried to take in the golds and reds and oranges, and have almost wept because I could not do it. I was on the outside of all this beauty, and wanted to take it in.
I have listened to choirs and orchestras and great soloists and ensembles who lifted my spirits heavenward, and I wanted to take it inside and keep it with me forever. Alas, the notes died away and the music was gone and I wanted to weep.
But one day.
One day we shall know as we are known. We shall be like Him for we shall see Him as He is. And then we shall worship God the way we’ve always wanted to.
Even so, come Lord Jesus!