Guitars

Are there guitars in heaven?
I hope so. I have owned one for over forty years and I harbor no illusions about taking it with me. But, not being musically gifted beyond whistling, I have never learned to play. It sits in the case in a spare bedroom. Both of my children have played it, my son quite accomplished. But, alas, I am doing good just to tune the thing. The same is true with a piano (I don’t try to tune it). I hope God has those up there as well. I have toyed with the idea of playing the piano for years, my wife is quite accomplished and I thoroughly enjoy listening to her but I have never made it past “Chopsticks.”

As I age, I am learning there are a lot of things I wish I had done earlier in life. Granted, as long as God chooses to leave me here I need to be using those gifts He has provided to keep working to shorten that list. But, either there simply is not enough time or resources to accomplish all that one wishes to do or some of my anticipated activities are impossible to accomplish in this lifetime. It is my hope that life in heaven will provide an unlimited amount of time and resources to accomplish what we cannot now.

There are a lot of people in heaven I want to see, beginning with my son, Little Ron. He has been a resident there for over thirty-two years. I want to get to know him. I would cherish a long conversation with my mom. It has been quite a number of years since we have had the opportunity to sit and talk. I will enjoy that one day. I want to see Vera, my mother in law. There are a couple of things I vividly remember about Vera, her caring attitude and her wonderful warm laugh. I miss her terribly. I would like to go fishing again with my Grandpa Myers and eat some of Grandma Myers’ home made chocolate pudding. I would enjoy getting to know Grandpa Goltry. Grandma Goltry has been in heaven since I was in the fourth grade. It has been a lot of years since I have talked with her, I would love to. Each June we have a Myers family reunion. I can hardly await the reunion we will have up there.

There are a number of things I hope God will allow me to do when I get there. Travel has always been a desire of mine. I hope he will allow me to climb Mount Kilimanjaro. I would like to visit Rome, Prague, and a hundred other cities of the world. I would like to lie down in green grass on a warm summer day. A job that I enjoy would be nice. I hope he gives me time to learn a foreign language. There are probably people there that I need to mend fences with. Hopefully he will let me talk with some old friends and tell them I love them. I could enjoy the silence of a forest. I would like to loose my eyeglasses and not miss them then have the time to read a library of books.

I know Jesus said we neither marry nor are given in marriage in heaven. I hope He will allow me to continue being married to Mary.

All people there should have a home, there will be no homeless. All will have ample food and clean water. There will be neither hunger nor thirst.

Most of all I want to walk and talk with Jesus and tell him I love him. I want to thank him for the pain and agony he endured for my sake. I what to thank God for the resurrection of his son. I would love to touch the hem of the garment of Jesus.

I really have no idea of what heaven is like beyond what I read in the Bible, which by the way, only mentions a couple of the above. If I can’t do any of the above, just to kneel at the throne of God would be sufficient. I pray that God will allow me to kneel before his throne and give Him thanks and praise and tell Him I love Him. (Actually He appreciates our praise and thanksgiving now.) Maybe one of these days he will even let me play the guitar for him.