Since my father’s death, I have been thinking a lot about heaven. I have reread all the biblical descriptions, and I have listened to MercyMe’s “I can only imagine,” Bart Millard’s view of what it would be like to meet God after the death of his own father. He isn’t sure if he will stand in awe or drop to his face. Both I think are real possibilities when one meets the God of the universe who sacrificed His only son.
But the face of this youngest great-grandchild reminded me of one more encounter. I would like to think that as Jesus greets my father (one of God’s children) face to face for the very first time that He would put His hands on my dad’s face and look at him with that same love and adoration. I bet He does. I bet that’s how He greets all His children.