My heart beats at 68 beats per minute. That’s on the low end of average for a person who is sitting around doing nothing. When I get up and go for a walk, my heart works a little harder, speeding up to 72. When I wake in the morning, it’s already thumping along at 66 bpm. Not much change for a heart.
Although it’s drumming a steady beat now, there will come a day when it stops. The last beat. It’s been counting down ever since before I was born. Only God knows exactly how many beats I have. It’s a bit sad and introspective for me to think about it, but I wonder if God sees it differently. I wonder if He is watching the count-down.
Does He consider the day of the last beat, when my heart stops and my eyes open to really see Him for the first time? Does He eagerly anticipate, like a Father waiting for his children to come home? Is He marking off the beats on some Heavenly count-down clock? I can almost imagine Jesus elbowing some big angel and saying, “Just wait ’till Mark gets here. He’s going to be amazed at the place I’ve prepared for him. Only 1,751,299,200 beats to go! ”
“Let not your heart be troubled; you believe in God, believe also in Me. In My Father’s house are many mansions; if it were not so, I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you. And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again and receive you to Myself; that where I am, there you may be also.”
– John 14:1-3