Inhabitants of heaven forever marvel at the sins God forgave, the promises he keeps, the plan he executes. He’s not the grand marshal of the parade; he is the parade. He’s not the main event; he’s the only event. His Broadway features a single stage and star: himself. He hosts the only production and invites every living soul to attend.
The hero of heaven is God. Angels don’t worship mansions or glittering avenues. Neither gates nor jewels prompt the the hosts to sing… God does. His majesty stirs the pen of heaven’s poets and the awe of her citizens. They enjoy an eternity-long answer to David’s prayer: “One thing I ask of the Lord…to gaze upon the beauty of the Lord” (Psalm 27:4). What else warrants a look?
It is my Father who gives you the true bread from heaven. For the bread of God is he who comes down from heaven and gives life to the world.
Then [the crowd] asked him, “What must we do to do the works God required?” Jesus answered, “The work of God is this: to believe in the one he has sent.”
Though you have not seen Him, you love Him, and though you do not see Him now, but believe in Him, you greatly rejoice with joy inexpressible and full of glory, obtaining as the outcome of your faith the salvation of your souls.
1 Peter 1:8-9 NASB
Every path does not lead to God. Jesus blazed a stand-alone trail void of self-salvation. He cleared a one-of-a-kind passageway uncluttered by human effort. Christ came, not for the strong, but for the weak; not for the righteous, but for the sinner. We enter his way upon confession of our need, not completion of our deeds. He offers a unique-to-him invitation in which he works and we trust, he dies and we live, he invites and we believe. We believe in him.