
The last words of Revelation 20 are “…the lake of fire.” The first words of the next verse, Rev.21:1 are “…a new heaven and a new earth.” There could not be two places that are more extremely opposite than those two places. The lake of fire will be the eternal abode of the false prophet, the beast and the Devil, (Rev.19:20; 20:10) as well as all those who, when living upon this earth, did not accept Jesus Christ as their savior thus assuring that their names would not be found written in the book of life out of which the resurrected unbelieving dead of all ages will be judged by God at the Great White Throne judgment. (Rev.20:11-15)
An eternity in a “lake of fire burning with brimstone” is too awful to think about except in snatches of time; but that is not the subject of this blog, but rather, the eternal habitation of the saved, those who, when living on this earth, did place their faith in God by believing in His Son, Jesus Christ, and confessing Him as their Lord and Savior. Theirs will be “a new heaven and new earth” for eternity. Unlike the abode of the eternally damned, one can think about heaven and never exhaust the pleasure of what awaits the redeemed of all ages there.
In fact, C.S. Lewis, in Mere Christianity, said that the Christians who did the most for the present world were those who thought most of the next. He cites the apostles themselves, then the Reformers of the Middle Ages, followed by the English evangelicals who abolished the slave trade…all men and women who left their mark on earth, Lewis said, because their minds were occupied with heaven.
If you have read recent installments of “You and God,” you are probably aware that at least three dear friends and co-workers in our local church have gone on to be with the Lord in the past few weeks. They are not yet in that “new heaven and new earth,” but they are at Home where He is, and their final destination will be that place described in Revelation 21 and 22, a place that defies description with our limited vocabularies.
I read once of William Montague Dyke who became blind at the age of ten. Despite the handicap, he was very bright, witty and handsome. While attending graduate school in England he met the daughter of an English admiral with whom he fell in love and became engaged to be married. Though having never seen his fiancé, he loved her dearly. Just before the wedding, at the insistence of the bride’s father, William submitted to a special treatment for his eyes. Hoping against hope, William wanted the gauze from his eyes to be cut during the ceremony. He wanted the first thing he ever saw to be his wife’s face. As she came down the aisle during the wedding, William’s father started unwinding the gauze around from his head and eyes—still not knowing whether the operation was successful. With the unwrapping of the last bit of gauze, William looked into the face of his new bride for the first time. “You are more beautiful than I ever imagined,” he said. And so it is with those who die “in the Lord;” we shall behold Him who loved us so much that he was wounded and smitten in bearing our iniquities. Heaven will be indescribably beautiful—more than we ever could imagine—but, Oh, the face of our Savior who loved us and gave Himself for us; that will be what captivates us first, no doubt, in heaven!
In World War I the American 308th regiment was surrounded by enemy forces and under mortar and machine gun fire. Casualties were mounting, and the situation deteriorated when American forces began shelling the sector where the 308th had dug in. The only communication was by carrier pigeon. In a last desperate move, a sergeant released the regiment’s last bird with a note pleading for the Americans to hold their fire.
As soon as the pigeon lifted off, a stray bullet grazed the side of his head and tore his left eye out. Then a piece of shrapnel hit his chest, shattering his breastbone. But with a strong homing instinct, the bird struggled onward. Somewhere in flight another piece of shrapnel tore off his left leg, leaving the message cannister dangling from torn ligaments. The pigeon made it to his loft, however, and the order went out immediately to stop shelling. The 308th survived. When I read that story, I could not help but think of that “great cloud of witnesses” who have gone on before us; many who were battered, beaten and even beheaded, but all who having put their trust in Christ experienced a “safe landing” on heaven’s shores—in the arms of Jesus! (story copied, source unknown)
John W. Peterson, when he first started writing gospel melodies and lyrics, submitted a good many songs that were rejected by publishers. One such song was “Over the Sunset Mountain,” which went: “Over the sunset mountain, someday I’ll safely go; Into the arms of Jesus, He who has loved me so.” And the chorus goes, “Over the sunset mountain, Heaven awaits for me; over the sunset mountain, Jesus my Savior I’ll see.” An early publisher rejected this song with a note that read, “Take out the name Jesus and focus more on Heaven.” Of course Peterson reasoned that to take out the name Jesus would be unthinkable! A bit later another song came from his heart through his pen which was his response: “I have no song to sing, but that of Christ my King; to Him my praise I’ll bring forevermore! His love beyond degree, His death that ransomed me, now and eternally, I’ll sing it o’er!” Amen. There is no heaven without Jesus!
“And they shall see His face; and His name shall be in their foreheads.” (Rev.22:4)








