The Symphony of Heaven

Imagine, if you will, that you’d never heard a song before.

Life was very droll without it, and you plodded along through life without a hope that you would ever hear it, or even comprehend what it was.

Then one day, a Man came and gave you a small piece of paper that said “Admit One” to a concert to take place that evening. After obtaining directions to the concert hall, you sat in the foyer with many other people, all nervously considering what was to come.

And then – you heard it! A moving line of a quiet French Horn coming through the doors to the hall. You rushed to the doors with many others in the room to see what had made this sound. Unfortunately, there was only a very small window on the door, and it was very nearly sound-proof. The gentle brass faded away to nothing and silence again ensued. The small crowd slowly returned to their seats, a quiet buzz of conversation now beginning to seep around the room. Soon, people began to doubt, or forget what it had sounded like. But then, you remembered the line, and hummed the few bars that you could remember. Peoples’ faced brightened at the memory, and silence again ensued.

But suddenly – a new sound! This time, a violin playing a striking, adamant motif that played so clearly that even people out on the street glanced up. Again, there was a rush on the doors to look through, but again, to no avail. The violinist finished the final measure with a brilliant stroke, and again the doors shut in any sound. People returned to their seats, humming the tune, and anticipation grew.

Throughout the afternoon, small pieces and glimpses of the great symphony came through the doors. More and more people came in off the street and waited anxiously for the concert to begin. Then, the Man who had given the ticket Himself walked up to the doors to the auditorium; removing a key from His pocket, He opened them. Everybody in the foyer wanted to go in, but they were slightly intimidated at the thought of a whole symphony. The small lines that they had heard had been beautiful, strong, and awe-inspiring. Would a whole symphony be too much to handle?

“Come in.” Said the Stranger. “I made this hall, I wrote this symphony, and I am the Conductor. It will not be too much to fathom – it will finally fulfill what you’ve been longing for. Come in.”