Opus 2026-341: Blue Collar Heaven

I tend to get off contemplating how glorious it’s going to be in eternity.  I’ve come to peace with the idea of singing Holy, Holy, Holy in a celestial choir.  The joy of mixing voices and praise in the presence of Almighty God is pretty overwhelming.

Other times I think I’m sitting down and being able to interview with the apostle Paul or the prophet Habakuk or who knows who else and having great in-depth discussions.

And then there’s the picture of the celestial library.  I guess I get to check out as many books as I want to keep them for as long as I like, and each book will have built-in search engines and so forth.  Glorious.

But what about the people who really don’t enjoy singing and who want to work with their hands rather than in books.  I think that there may be a plan that God has set up to where they will be enlisted to work on the next creation.  Or if there’s not going to be another creation, then they can work on building mansions now or expanding mansions or doing all kinds of hands-on projects which would bore me to tears but would get them giggling and jumping up and down with joy.

I must say that I have no biblical evidence for this.  At the same time most of the ideas that we have about heaven are rather incorrect.  Even the term heaven doesn’t really work well because it’s going to be an eternity spent on the new earth, not floating around in the cosmos.  So don’t criticize me.  I can have weird ideas if I want to.  And when I think of members of my family that are hands-on people, who love to build who always have a long list of projects and they look forward to them with delight, I think there’s gonna be a place for them.  I don’t say I understand them, but I understand what brings joy.

If I can see that I’m sure that God hasn’t even better insight.

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