The Language of Heaven
I love the sound of foreign tongues.
Years ago, on the darkest night I can ever remember, I traveled a remote mountain road of northwest Haiti in a hefty truck, along with some missionary friends and two Haitian men. Often, to pass the time, we sang hymns together, a blend of English and French Creole rising upward as we bounced along. My favorite was It Is Well With My Soul.
Years later, while riding a camel in early morning darkness to the top of Mt Sinai, my Arabian guide, walking beside me on a narrow trail, broke out in song. The night sky was filled with stars. Even though I did not know his words, we joined our voices as I sang praise songs to the Lord.
Today, while walking a nearby trail, I often listen to music I’ve downloaded onto my phone. I especially love to hear a group of Navaho women sing Amazing Grace.
Do you ever wonder what language we will speak or sing in heaven? Will every person speak his or her native tongue? Yet will we have the ability to understand all of them? Or will we communicate in some other way and words will no longer be necessary?
Anything is possible with the Lord. Perhaps we will all speak and sing one language—the language of heaven.
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