“What’s for dessert?”
Three of my favorite words in the English language. German Chocolate Cake, Banana Cream Pie (or Pudding), Cheesecake of any variety, not many desserts I don’t like. My friend Stephanie makes a Chocolate Lasagna. Just listening to her recite the recipe makes me hungry.
While writing my new book, “Love Remains,” on Faith, Hope, and Love has me thinking. Last week, I began the section on hope after much prayer and supplication. Placing faith in Jesus means we have hope for a better tomorrow. We no longer need to fear death because Christ overcame it, rising from the grave on day three. Which means the best is yet to come.
Our best day on earth can’t compare to one day in heaven. No more pain, no more tears, just Jesus and His all-encompassing, unconditional love.
But I don’t like the phrase, “the best is yet to come,” for a couple of reasons. First, the words get overused. And the phrase doesn’t give vision. Most people learn visually; the ability to picture the outcome in your mind allows you to have hope. Just like sitting down to dinner, knowing dessert’s coming.
Vanilla ice cream, dripping with hot fudge, sitting on top of a chocolate brownie, whipped cream, with a cherry on top, that you can see. Whatever precious dessert you love most, cherishing every bite, eyes clothes, mouth smiling, nostrils filled with the scent of deliciousness, can’t compare to heaven.
Nothing can we know on earth. Moments of bliss in this life, don’t compare to the marvel of the next. Our human minds can’t possibly understand the true nature of heaven.
But we can understand that dessert comes at the end of the meal. And we know, whatever awaits us, can’t compare to the first course. God saves the best for last.
Dessert’s coming!
