There are a lot of glorious things that come to mind when we think of heaven: pearly gates, streets of gold, mansions.  And while we can only imagine what it will be like, we know that better is one day in His house than ten thousand elsewhere.  And when the saints go marching in, we want to be in that number! 

There are things we wonder, though.  I mean, at least I do.  Will my puppy, Mindy, be there?  Will I be able to breathe underwater?  Am I really going to be expected to play a harp?  In all seriousness, is everyone really gonna know everything about everyone else; good and bad? 

More than anything else, however, I would like to know if there will be dancing in heaven.  I mean, I expect that there will be some dancing as part of praise.  But I’m talking about beautiful dresses, long white gloves, tuxedos, and people suddenly being so overcome that they begin singing and dancing.  And everyone knows all the steps.  Do you think we’ll do that in heaven?

There are many things to make me think I was born in the wrong decade.  One of which is my desire to go to parties where people dance.  I mean REALLY dance.  Not get drunk, grind against a stranger, and then hook up.  I mean, old-fashioned Ginger Rogers and Fred Astaire dancing.  It’s so beautiful and so romantic and SO innocent!  Oh, it looks like so much fun.  Do you think God will throw parties to watch us ballroom dance in heaven?  I dearly hope so.

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