A Picture of Heaven

You should have heard the exclamations of impossibility as I gave my Standard Two class their assignment: Draw a picture of heaven. “But Miss Teacher, we don’t know because we have not seen!” True enough, yet I want them to stretch their imaginations today.

“You could draw the New Jerusalem. You could draw animals. You could draw yourself and what you imagine yourself doing in heaven someday... Or, you could draw a picture of God and His throne…”

“Ah!” The entire class gasped in disbelief, as if I had asked them to do something heretical. Had I? I don’t believe so. If we keep our minds on things of earth and things we have seen, how can we ever learn of the things of heaven?

I love watching twenty second-graders conquering the impossible…

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“Miss Teacher!” The tallest student in the class (Daudi, or David) who sometimes translates for me, runs over to the desk where I’m sitting, proudly waving the picture he has drawn. “You see, I am flying!” The little body he has drawn on the page floats above the scenery. Yes, I see. You are flying. Not just in that picture—I can see your heart is flying, too…

(Journal entry, March 14^th, 2014)