I went walking in the snow, yesterday, with our Border Collie, and we were very quickly joined by a neighborhood mutt, a lovely yellow Lab mix with a black snout. She was very sweet and friendly, and went with us the whole mile around our circuit.
To our (leashed) dog's chagrine, the lab was the picture of joy and freedom, tail erect, bounding ahead of us, snuffling in the snow, then leaping away like a deer. She ran four times as far as we walked.
It bothered me at the time that I was not a poet, and therefore could never find the words to describe the vital playfulness of that dog, or the feeling of walking in that snow between the white sunlight and the blue shadows of the trees.
Then I thought that part of the joy of heaven must be the kind of communication we will enjoy there, direct and unencumbered by the brain or barriers of language and vocabulary. To us, these things are bridges, but they are also, oddly, barriers.
I've been trying to tell my daughter about heaven, lately, because she asks what it is like. When I try to get across the idea that we will all be praising God all the time, she doesn't get it. This doesn't sound all that interesting or pleasant to her, right now. I can see the problem, and I can see why she would not be the only one with the same objection; talk about the same thing all the time? That sounds dreary, especially for, you know, eternity.
People naturally object to the idea that citizens of heaven will only, ever be talking about one subject, even if it is God. But the truth is, there is only One subject, even now. We just don't see it. We think that when we talk about the beauty of a landscape, or how great the soup is at the Italian restaurant we found, or the friskiness of a puppy, that we are talking about something besides the glory of God. Our minds are fragmented and broken into little compartments, and so we see the praise of Christmas fudge and good beer as quite distinct from the praise of God. And so it is, but not like we think.
God is the source and the maker of every kind of good thing, and when we praise any good thing, we are talking about some facet of the genius and handiwork of God, whether we know it or not.
Yes, we will do nothing but praise God in heaven for eternity, but this will be anything but dull. Most of us at present have only ever had the chance to see and appreciate an infinitesimally small sliver even of our own world... and we will have all of the New Heaven and the New Earth to explore, then.