Heaven Is Going to Be Loud!

March 24th, 2014

Our preacher said something profound this week. It wasn't something deeply theological, but he did base it on a passage of scripture. He was reading from Revelation chapter 5 where John writes of the angel with the scroll and the Lamb of God who opened the scroll and the many angels who were glorifying and praising God together. Then our pastor said, “Heaven is going to be loud!”

Heaven is going to be loud. Heaven is going to be loud? What a relief!

That is a relief for me because I live in a loud world. I am sure that there are some people out there, somewhere, who live very quiet, serene lives, but that's not my house. That's not my family, at least not most days.

We are loud. My mother says that my boys came out louder than her girls. It seems that way. With four boys there is usually a lot of activity and a lot of noise. Someone is almost always yelling. A television, radio or computer is almost always blaring somewhere. Balls are bouncing. Feet are running. Usually, the happier we are, the louder we get. And if by some odd chance, it gets too quiet, instinctively I began to get a little worried. Something must be wrong if it's not loud.

Heaven is going to be loud.

Yet, how many times have I cringed in the quietness of church worship when:

  • my husband accidentally squeezed my infant's musical toy (and there was no way to turn it off)

  • when my stomach rumbled loudly because I didn't eat breakfast

  • when my toddler passed his not-so-silent stink bomb

  • when my child began kicking the seat in front of him and whining loudly when I tried to stop him

  • when I forgot to silence my phone and someone called in the middle of service

  • when my preteen wouldn't stop talking with his friend, or

  • when unwrapping the peppermint candy sounded as loud as a cannon being shot in a library

How many times have I shot a “dirty” look at my sons when I didn't feel like they were being quiet enough during the sermon? How many times have I felt the judgmental stares (real or imagined) of others who seemed perturbed at my noises? How many times have I been annoyed at someone else who wasn't entirely silent during the service?

Heaven is going to be loud.

As I thought about that one little statement (which, by the way, really had nothing to do with the overall context of the sermon), I began to imagine that place that will one day be my eternal home. I was reassured to think that we won't tip-toe around saying, “Shhh, Jesus doesn't like noise.” or “Hush, you might wake up God.”

Heaven will be loud!

There will be thousands upon thousands of angels proclaiming God's name. There will be millions upon millions of people worshiping and rejoicing. I'm sure there is going to be a lot of music and a lot of talking and a lot of laughing!

Then I began to wonder about our churches. If heaven is going to be loud, maybe, just maybe, we as the church ought not stress so much about volume control. After all, a church is not a library, and it isn't a museum. So, maybe we should relax a little when it comes to the everyday noises that seep into our congregational worship.

Please don't misunderstand me. I know that there is a time for all things. It's even listed in Ecclesiastes 3:7—“a time for keeping silent.” I know that there is a time and a place to be respectful and quiet. I am not trying to encourage disrespect. But sometimes, well sometimes, life just happens. And sometimes life happens in church. Sometimes children make noise. Sometimes people sing very loudly, off key. Sometimes bodily noises are much louder than one could ever expect. Sometimes phones ring. Sometimes teens (and adults) talk—even when they shouldn't.

So, the next time we are in church and we sit near a mother with a young child who decides to sing very loudly—during the pastor's prayer—or we sit behind an elderly gentleman who falls asleep and begins to snore, maybe instead of getting all uptight we should just smile and remember. It's OK. Even heaven is going to be loud!

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Tricia Brown

Tricia Brown is a Christian, freelance writer and editor who works from home in Bowling Green, Kentucky. She is married read more…
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