A glimpse of heaven
Today I spent the afternoon playing volleyball at Ashbridges Bay with a lot of good friends that I hadn't seen from Queen's for a long time. They've finally finished their undergraduate race after spending the year on internship. It struck me afterwards that it had really been two years since the days where we'd see each other in class on a daily basis.
Picture a beautiful sunny afternoon, driving down the Don Valley Parkway, eagerly anticipating to sight of familiar faces. Of course, before I can do any of that, I had to get through the unenviable task of trying to find parking when half of Toronto is trying to do the same. "Okay, maybe it'll take me 15 minutes. No Sweat." 45 Minutes and 6 blocks later, I managed to find parking without completely losing my cool at the insane amount of traffic I ran into.
When I got there, I saw so many friends and met a few new acquaintances. Some got there a bit earlier than I did, some got there a bit later. And all of us had a good time, joking around, playing volleyball or just catching up. I need no reminder that all this is only memorable because all of us have grown so much together at our time at Queen's. When I had to leave, I was dreading the long walk back to my car. A funny thing was that I start to notice the character of the area and seeing the beauty of it. It's something I would've never picked up had I gotten my way and been able to park so close to the volleyball courts.
Perhaps heaven itself isn't too far off from this, although I don't dare decieve myself into thinking of this world could come anywhere close as a substitute. Much like today, heaven itself is about being reunited with all those who share the same common denominator that allows us to call each other family. Our relationship with Jesus Christ. Each with their own story about God, their own adventure and their own victories. Most importantly, it's being reunited with God and the unimaginable joy that would ensue.
It's a long race to run. My mind can't begin the comprehend the finish line. I pray that I'll keep pushing. That I'll never concede anything.
Picture a beautiful sunny afternoon, driving down the Don Valley Parkway, eagerly anticipating to sight of familiar faces. Of course, before I can do any of that, I had to get through the unenviable task of trying to find parking when half of Toronto is trying to do the same. "Okay, maybe it'll take me 15 minutes. No Sweat." 45 Minutes and 6 blocks later, I managed to find parking without completely losing my cool at the insane amount of traffic I ran into.
When I got there, I saw so many friends and met a few new acquaintances. Some got there a bit earlier than I did, some got there a bit later. And all of us had a good time, joking around, playing volleyball or just catching up. I need no reminder that all this is only memorable because all of us have grown so much together at our time at Queen's. When I had to leave, I was dreading the long walk back to my car. A funny thing was that I start to notice the character of the area and seeing the beauty of it. It's something I would've never picked up had I gotten my way and been able to park so close to the volleyball courts.
Perhaps heaven itself isn't too far off from this, although I don't dare decieve myself into thinking of this world could come anywhere close as a substitute. Much like today, heaven itself is about being reunited with all those who share the same common denominator that allows us to call each other family. Our relationship with Jesus Christ. Each with their own story about God, their own adventure and their own victories. Most importantly, it's being reunited with God and the unimaginable joy that would ensue.
It's a long race to run. My mind can't begin the comprehend the finish line. I pray that I'll keep pushing. That I'll never concede anything.
