The next morning rolled around and with it came cold, pouring rain. I questioned God's plan. It seemed so incredibly sad that this already mournful day be darkened further by this dreary weather. I had hoped that the family would at least have sunshine to help comfort them during what was probably going to be the hardest moment of all. As the funeral service came to an end, however, so did the rain. Then, in God's majestic and peaceful silence, it began to snow. For this small southern town, snow on any day is somewhat of a rarity; the day after Easter, it is unheard of. In my mind, I searched for symbolism and meaning for all that our friend went through. In our hearts, we know that he and all of the others who have gone before him are in a wonderful place. Even so, we long for our Heavenly Father to personally hand us unmistakable proof of that.
"I wish we could just catch a glimpse of what's going on in heaven right now." My friend's words stayed with me all throughout that day, as I watched the snow falling outside. Peacefully mesmerized by the silent flakes, I could almost feel God smiling when a soft realization came to me.
This may very well be our glimpse of heaven. The snow seemed symbolic of Billy's new home ... a place where nothing is impossible ... a place where peace softly falls all around just like that pure snow. And he met our Heavenly Father, for the first time, on the grandest of all days ... the Sunday we remember the resurrection of our Lord. For us, this is the day we set aside to celebrate the victory of Jesus Christ over death for all of us. There is no doubt that Billy left our earthly celebration and entered a celebration to end all celebrations ... and one that never ends.
That is what the Scriptures mean when they say, "No eye has seen, no ear has heard, and no mind has imagined what God has prepared for those who love him." But we know these things because God has revealed them to us by his Spirit, and his Spirit searches out everything and shows us even God's deep secrets. (1 Corinthians 2:9)
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