If you’re a regular reader of this blog, and also a regular reader of the comments, you already know Cynthia aka TwoFinches aka Girl in a Glass House.
Yesterday on her blog, she shared a story for the first time about a vision she experienced one night while a student in her Bible college dorm.
You can read “Standing at Heaven’s Door” here; and I hope you will. Here’s a paragraph that struck me as a musician, but don’t forget to read the whole piece.
The music is what I remember. Even though thousands of people were playing different songs on different instruments and even though everyone was singing their own words of praise, it all blended into one harmonious melody that took my breath away. I sang too, making up the words to express how I longed to see Christ, and my song became part of that magnificent seamless chorus. But then something happened that hushed us all.
The enormous gates that were before us opened just a little. I strained to see what was in there, pressed on every side by others who were waiting just like me. I saw a multitude of people inside and felt a wave that felt like absolute joy come blowing from the opening. And then it was as if all the longing within me, the heart and the soul of me, went right through those gates into heaven and I was desperate to follow…