The temperature was perfect; the late afternoon sun was drawing long shadows across God’s artistic reflections of red maple leaves, yellow beech and birch leaves against a deep blue sky punctuated with white, billowy cumulus clouds. A kingfisher chattered his way across the river; this was one of life’s perfect moments.
There are those fleeting seconds worth all the years of life. No amount of wealth or fame could ever be worth just one of those gems of time. Perfection is rare in this world. To score a “perfect ten” is a moment that needs to be captured by the camera of one’s mind and printed indelibly for those coming years when other memories fade.
Have you ever wondered how heaven will work? If every moment is perfect, then will there be no special times? In the midst of an endless array of perfection, how can anything stand out as perfect? The truth is we do not know how heaven will work. But whatever it is, it will be grand.
“But as it is written, eye hath not seen, nor ear heard, neither have entered into the heart of man, the things which God hath prepared for them that love Him.”
1 Corinthians 2:9