Bert and Maggie were sitting in the living room and Bert asked his wife, “Honey, can you make me a peanut butter sandwich with grape jelly? Be sure you use the grape jelly, not the peach.”
“Sure,” she said. “One slice or two?”
“Two … and make sure you use the grape jelly, not the peach,” he said. “You know how forgetful you are. Write it down.”
“Honey, I don’t need to write it down,” Maggie said. “I will remember – grape jelly, not peach.”
After a while Maggie came out with two scrambled eggs, a bowl of grits, and a cup of coffee. Bert looked at his meal and shook his head, smiling.
“I knew it. I knew it,” he said. “I asked you to write it down, because I knew you would forget the biscuits!”
I laugh at this, even though it’s beginning to hit a little close to home. I am forgetting a lot of things these days!
The closer I get to my final days – hopefully in 20 or 30 years or longer – the more grateful I am that my memory will return in heaven.
- No more, “What was her name again?”
- No more, “Where did I put those car keys?”
- No more, “What did I come in this room for?”
In heaven, my body will be perfect. My thinking will be unhindered. My resurrected body will be like Jesus’ body!
“… we await a Savior, the Lord Jesus Christ, who will transform our lowly body to be like his glorious body, by the power that enables him even to subject all things to himself. … Beloved, we are God’s children now, and what we will be has not yet appeared; but we know that when he appears we shall be like him, because we shall see him as he is” (Philippians 3:20-21; 1 John 3:2).
In other words, because we will have glorious, powerful, incorruptible bodies, we will not suffer the ravages of disease or any other conditions of the body that we deal with on earth – none of the things that cause us so much pain and distress here now.
This hit home for me tonight as I visited a dear man, struggling to remember. Everyone at the table was finishing his sentences for him as he searched for words, details, memories.
Traveling home, I thought of all those I love who are suffering from dementia … and some, even the beginnings of Alzheimer’s disease. They love Jesus. Right now, they can still speak about Him with clarity. But for how long?
What comforts my heart is knowing God dearly loves each one of them. He will heal them … someday.
Whether it’s the simple “Where are my keys?” or a more devastating question to a spouse: “Hello, who are you?” – God is our life and hope.
Heaven … think of it. No more memory lapses.
What are you looking forward to in heaven?