This has been an amazing week for me.
Although the tormentor has been sneaking about attempting to steal my peek of God's holiness, he has failed. Miserably!
When I was growing up, my parents would have music playing around the house quite frequently. My favorite singer, as was my fathers, was Mario Lanza.
Having such passionate music around, at such a young age, has left a great impression.
Most passionate, to me, are the great tenors of opera. It is simply impossible for me to listen to Luciano Pavarotti sing Nessun Dorma, without tears streaming down my face.
Now...remember this scene from Close Encounters of the Third Kind? The sound, emanating from that space craft, was so immense that it blew every piece of glass to shreds.
I want to take the voice and passion of Pavarotti, and the volume of this space craft, and sing praises like we have never dared to dream of.
Can you imagine what it will be like when billions and billions of the elect, are some day singing together in one accord, in heaven? We will have glorified bodies and perhaps have a way of communicating that is infinitely better than our current vocal chords.
Perhaps we will make such a sound that if our current bodies were to hear it, we would be struck dumb by its beauty! Perhaps it is of such a sort, that our hair would become instantaneously white if we were allowed to hear.
Perhaps, God in his infinite wisdom, protects our frail earthly bodies from this most grandiose of passion, with a simple taste here on earth, called music.
Here is Jonathan Edwards dreaming about heaven and music, in his Miscellany 188:
The best, most beautiful, and most perfect way that we have of expressing a sweet concord of mind to each other, is by music. When I would form in my mind an idea of a society in the highest degree happy, I think of them as expressing their love, their joy, and the inward concord and harmony and spiritual beauty of their souls by sweetly singing to each other. But if in heaven minds will have an immediate view of one another's dispositions without any such intermediate expression, how much sweeter will it [be]. But to me 'tis probable that the glorified saints, after they have again received their bodies, will have ways of expressing the concord of their minds by some other emanations than sounds, of which we cannot conceive, that will be vastly more proportionate, harmonious and delightful than the nature of sounds is capable of; and the music they will make will be in a medium capable of modulations in an infinitely more nice, exact and fine proportion than our gross air, and with organs as much more adapted to such proportions."
