… these are only the shadow of the things to come, but the reality is Christ. (Colossians 2:17)

Today, I received a postcard from heaven. Jesus sent it to remind me of his land and his love. The card came in the form of a four-year-old Fijian child who climbed onto my lap, pressed her blonde ringlets against my shoulder, and shared cuddle time. Only a God who is devoted to beauty and peace could have sent such a moment.

Jesus has sent postcards before. Periwinkle skies, levitating symphonies, double rainbows, and spiced mountain air—each one is a declaration of his penchant for life and goodness. While these blessings are glorious, they’re like postcards—flat cardboard facsimiles of the real joys waiting in heaven.

Imagine a cobalt glacial lake reflecting granite spires. We gape in awe as we rub our skin where the sun’s warmth penetrates the alpine chill. The adventurous among us seek an even greater union with the landscape, and go off to scale the peaks.

A heaven dweller would yawn, and say, “That’s nice, but you should see the real version in heaven.”

They’d take hold of the scene, and pull it open to a dimension we’ve never experienced. The lake would effervesce in colors we have yet to know, and the spires would gleam with a spiritual reality we only wonder about. And so it is with every postcard blessing we now enjoy. They’re low dimensional replicas of grander, truer, perfect realities that exist in heaven, away from the effects of sin. Oh, the glory that awaits the redeemed of Christ.

For now, we’re trapped behind enemy lines, groaning under the earth’s curses that come with rebellion against Jehovah. But we’re not without postcards. In fact, they arrive every day if we’ll watch for them.

Prayer: Dear Jesus, thank you for reminders of heaven and your love.