They say that beauty is in the eye of the beholder. There’s some truth to that. Ask some folks what the most beautiful place they’ve visited is and they’ll extol the virtues of some urban area like Sydney or Denver. Others will gravitate to a more wild beauty like the Bavarian forests or the Andes. Still, others may be attracted to a more rustic beauty, like a little villa on the outskirts of Florence or a cabin in the Ozarks.
Me, I like them all. Whichever one appeals to me at the moment depends on the mood I happen to be in. Sometimes I long to walk the Stephensplatz in central Vienna, and other times I wish I were soaking up the green of the rich, verdant hills of Kentucky or the gold of an isolated beach on the Pacific Ocean.
We don’t know a whole lot about Heaven, but one thing we do know is that it’s so beautiful that New Testament writers who attempted to describe it just couldn’t find human ideas that would adequately express the beauty of the abode of God. However, as we look around us at all the beauty that we see on Earth, we know that this creation must be only a shadow of the reality behind the universe. The prettiest place you’ve ever seen just can’t compare.
That’s something to think about.