I love to picture my first meal in Heaven. In my resurrected body, I’ll stand with poise and perfect posture, a smile from ear to ear, as I breathe in deeply, taking in every essence of Heaven. Air filled with the smell of blooming flowers–the sweetest wildflowers I’ve ever seen–I’ll even be able to taste them on my tongue.
Children’s laughter will ring in the air, so contagious that we ourselves will all begin to laugh, as well. Away from the earth–from disease, frustrated joints and bodies, and even lactic acid that used to give us muscle cramps–we’ll play with those children until we all collapse in the field of green grass. A lawn that spans over creation, we’ll run our fingers through that grass and wonder what they used to make it so green. “Scotts or Miracle Grow?” Then, we’ll laugh and say, “If only we had known what true Miracle Grow could do…”
A table will be set before us, but then again, maybe we’ll just have a picnic on a hand-me-down quilt. From all corners of our previous world, all of us–people from every nation, ethnicity, and socioeconomic status–will sit and enjoy the fellowship of all of our new family and friends–now brothers and sister in our single, Heavenly body. Maybe we’ll all speak a new, Heavenly language, too. Then again, maybe we’ll all speak every, single language in the world!
By the time I realize that I can speak Spanish, Swahili, French, Italian, Chinese, and even English with a Brooklyn accent–something I’ve always wanted to do–it will be time to eat our first, Heavenly meal together. Somehow, I bet we’ll all be able to sit in God’s lap or with His Holy arms around our all of His creation’s holy bodies. On this side of Heaven, I don’t know how that’s possible, but I bet He does already.
And then, it will finally be time to receive His blessing for the meal. Heavenly voices will ring all throughout creation. A silence of awe will fall over us, but not for long… Laughter of true joy will erupt once more after God says, “Now…Let’s dig in!” I’ll eat a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, and when strawberry jelly oozes out and onto my white dress, it won’t even leave a stain…