Sitting here in my room, chilling out. As I sit silently, I can hear the TV in the living room. My brother, Danny, is watching a rerun of “Here’s Lucy” on Hulu Plus. I just turned off Spotify a few minutes ago and the songs “Hang On, Sloopy” by the McCoys and “If I Can’t Have You” by Yvonne Elliman combine together to make a strange mix tape in my head. Add in “The Sound of Philadelphia” by M.F.S.B. and the Three Degrees and it gets stranger still. The sound of the fan whirring is also heard in the background in my bedroom.
Earlier Monday morning, in the still hours before dawn, I heard the sound of rain, as it seemed that God has opened up the skies and emptied the clouds on top of the earth. The storm may have lasted thirty minutes…It may have lasted an hour…I really don’t know. I was too busy listening to other sounds.
I sit here now, wondering what certain things sound like. If I could, I would sit and listen to the world revolve.
I wonder what Heaven sounds like. I know there’s rejoicing there but I wonder if everyone shouts out their joy or if they are stunned into silence by the awesomeness of God and his majestic Kingdom and the majestic mansions Jesus Christ has prepared for those who believe in Him.
I wonder what the Love of God sounds like. I know that the sweetest words He ever spoke were, “I forgive” but how I long to hear Him say, “Well done, thy good and faithful servant: thou hast been faithful over a few things, I will make thee ruler over many things: enter thou into the joy of the Lord.” (Matthew 25:21)
I wonder what the Grace of God sounds like. Would I have to hear the nails being driven into His hands and feet? Would I have to hear the screams of people whose sins were revealed to them? Or would I just feel His embrace around me as He welcomed me into His Heavenly Home?