Someone has said, "We are all going to die with half our music still in us." How often have we seen someone struck down in the prime of life with many a song unsung, many a poem unwritten, many a chore undone and many achievements yet to make? Even if we live to old age, the melody of our lives is still playing with many chords untouched. The point here is there is a sense of unfulfullment about life. There is a craving in most of us to be as productive as possible for as long as we live. Of course we will never completely fulfill all our ambitions. We will never reach our maximum potential in a hundred lifetimes. We are created with much more capacity than the proverbial fourscore years and ten can produce. Our dreams will always outlast our life.

For this reason there is a strong case for heaven. Surely heaven is a place where we go on living in the light of our highest earthly aspirations. Whatever God inspired us to think and do on earth will have a heaven in which to find ultimate fulfillment. Our faith will not allow us to assume that our love, sacrifice, devotion and grace perishes in the grave. Shakespeare's Brutus was wrong. Good is not all interred in our bones. The Bible's hope that "we shall know as we are known" and " we will serve Him there" gives an eternal dimension to the way we live.

Jesus said, "I go to prepare a place for you." Therefore, we have every reason to believe it will be a "Jesus kind of place." It will reflect the quality of His love, the character of His commitment and the power of life itself. Whatever music is left in us will burst forth in a crescendo of praise to the almighty God and His saving Son. Whatever skills were left unperfected will reach a height of unimagined excellence. Whatever worthy dreams were left unrealized will have eternity in which to become reality. No, it has not entered our minds what heaven is like. Yet, it seems reasonable to assume God has put a little heaven thinking in our minds so we can keep hoping, growing and moving in heaven's direction. Even our speculation on the subject can have some moments of God-breathed insight. Sometimes mortal thoughts must give rise to the immortal and the corruptible must give rise to the incorruptible. Let us therefore, sing the songs of earth until life runs out here and then we will join the chorus of heaven and complete our music.