Sliding into bed, he sighed as he felt the coolness of the freshly laundered sheets against his hot skin. So tired, he fell asleep before his head landed on the soft pillow.
He heard the sound of music playing. Looking around, he was surprised to see that he was standing before a gate that looked as if it were made of pearl.
This must be heaven, he thought.
An ethereal figure appeared out of a cloud in the distance on the other side of the gate and began walking toward him.
When the figure reached the gate, the man recognized the figure and yelled out, “Jesus! It’s You!” as the man fell on his knees.
“Come with Me,” said Jesus. “I’ll show you around.”
Jesus led the man on a tour through beautiful meadows with pure water streams and pathways bordered with fragrant wildflowers, vibrant grasses, and flourishing trees, varieties he had never seen.
They strolled down streets of gold, crossed over a glassy sea, and viewed all the living spaces.
No matter where they went, the man kept hearing beautiful music playing, reverberating with the most harmonious sounds. He couldn’t help but stop every once in a while just to listen. He’d never heard anything like it before.
However, he began to notice something. Every once in a while, the music would slow down or almost come to a stop.
Puzzled, he turned to Jesus and asked, “Why does this beautiful music sometimes slow down or almost stop? How can heaven be silent?”
“Praise? I don’t understand.”
“It is the praises of those on earth who love Me that create the music. And when they forget to praise, when they get sidetracked or too busy, or when they are living in disobedience, the music slows down or even ceases.
“For you see, their praises keep them in harmony with heaven and with Me. To have a harmonious life, one must continue to praise Me. My people cannot live the kind of life I desire for them if praise is not filling their souls.
“Let me tell you a story. There once was a young man who went in search of the origin of the music of life. He asked everyone he met and got all kinds of answers, causing him to get very confused.
“Then, one day, he met an elderly gentleman, who always had a smile on his face, no matter what, and asked him where the music of life comes from. The old gentleman’s answer was this, ‘The music of life does not exist in conditions, in possessions, in jobs, in money, in prestige. The music of life is not external; the music of life is internal. For “the music of life is in your own soul.”* In your praise.’”
Jesus paused for the man to ponder His story.
Then, He continued, “Never, never stop praising Me. I am very limited in the life of one who does not praise Me, because self then tries to take the throne of life and eyes that should be on Me are diverted. Problems become more important. How many words are said in prayer concerning a problem in comparison to how many words are said in praise to Me? Which is more important?
“Praising Me brings the enemy to his knees and it is excruciating to his ears, and to his pride. When you praise Me, you bring glory to Me and he cannot stand in My glory.
“Don’t let heaven be silent.”
Suddenly, the man awoke. Don’t let heaven be silent echoed in his mind. He could hear very soft music playing. He sat up and raised his hands in praise to the Lord. And the music got louder and louder…
If you have the Lord Jesus residing in your heart, the vibrations of heaven will play upon the strings of your heart and soul for harmony. If you allow them. It all depends on you. For if you are out of harmony, and out of praise, the music of life will slow down or even cease.
Praise gets the attention of both God and the enemy! Don’t let heaven be silent.
“I know that you are most holy; it’s indisputable.
You are God-Enthroned, surrounded with songs,
living among the shouts of praise of your princely people.”
(Ps. 22:3 tpt)
Blessings of praise to you…Lynn
* Streams in the Desert