When you hear the word “golden”, what do you think of?
For my four-year-old right now, it’s anything metallic. Silver, copper, gold, it’s all “golden” to her. And since it makes me smile to hear her calling our humble everyday silverware “golden”, I haven’t gotten around to educating her on the finer points of metallic hue identification.
But for me?
I think of my wedding band, a circle of precious metal around my finger, a valuable gift that symbolizes a solemn covenant made to me by a beloved man.I think of lamplight on aged pine walls, and candle flames dancing above brass candlesticks, and the color of faces gathered companionably around a fire.I think of the warmly lit hour right around sunset that a photographer lives for, that has been universally dubbed “the golden hour” for it’s unparalleled quality of light.I think of honey drizzled on cornbread,
of foot pedals on pianos,
of the gilded edges of a new Bible,
of the rims of the plates I used to serve golden slices of pumpkin pie on Thursday,
of a palomino horse galloping in the sunset,
of the color of my daughter’s favorite hen and the yolks of her pretty brown eggs.And I think of the splendid way that autumn ends up here in the northwoods, all the tamaracks ablaze with glory, making even the murky swamp waters glimmer with unaccustomed splendor. If the sun is shining on it all, then it truly is a tiny glimpse of heaven on earth.This little taste of “heaven on earth” is my favorite of all, then, because it’s one fleeting golden moment reminding me of a golden eternity.
It’s that place I’ve never been where my homesick heart belongs,
where the streets, buildings, furnishings, dishes, and clothing are golden,
where the prayers of the God’s people are so precious that they are presented before His throne in golden bowls,
where all that splendid gold needs no sun to illuminate it because God is there.
I can hardly wait to get there.
“…the city itself was of pure gold, as pure as glass…and the city has no need for sun or moon to shine on it, because the glory of God illuminates the city, and the Lamb is its lamp.” (Revelation 22:5)
“The four living creatures and the twenty-four elders fell down before the Lamb, each holding a harp, and golden bowls full of incense, which are the prayers of the saints.” (Revelation 5:8)