Hi, my name is Brian and I’m a roller coaster-holic.
OK, OK, it’s not like a go out of my way to travel specifically to ride roller coasters. That’s what –holics do, right? They go out of their way to do whatever makes them a –holic. So in that regard, maybe I’m not a true roller coaster-holic. But I do love them, except wooden ones, which give me a headache.
Amusement parks are great, don’t you agree? The ubiquitous smell of grease, laughter and squeals floating in the air, and loop-de-loops of steel exploding from the ground.
Speaking of Heaven, while there are too many metaphors of Heaven that alcohol companies paint, there are not nearly enough pictures of Heaven. Scripture talks about Heaven’s streets of gold in an effort to help us understand that the most valuable thing on Earth isn’t given a second thought when compared to God’s presence. A magnificent feast is another metaphor, obviously one where Chipotle will be present.
I recently had a picture of Heaven pop into my head.
Heaven as an amusement park.
An amusement park of grace and forgiveness.
What does that even mean?!?!? Look, I don’t really know, but I know I like how those words are strung together.
An amusement park of grace and forgiveness would mean that experiencing grace and forgiveness produces the kinds of feelings you get when you’re at an amusement park.
- memories cementing into your brain
I’d love for that to be reality on Earth as it is in Heaven. (I’ve heard that phrase somewhere, I think.) For everyone to experience the elation that forgiveness, mercy, love, and grace create in our hearts—that would be a great amusement park of an existence.
I absolutely love laughing on a roller coaster. That’s my gut reaction that replaces screaming. I love it when a friend is sitting next to me. One of my favorite memories of my dad is when we were at Disney World. I was in high school, which was a point in Dad’s life when his arthritis was pretty bad. He was on medication for it, the whole works. It didn’t always help him, but most days he functioned just short of normal. We would have to walk a little slower on his bad days so he wouldn’t get left behind. We figured it out, I guess.
That day we were at Disney World? I remember asking Dad to slow down, he was so excited! Space Mountain could have been in Cuba and he would have beat us there.
I can’t wait to meet up with Dad again, in the presence of Jesus this time. And we will have a blast in that amusement park of grace and forgiveness. We will laugh and play and worship.