Seagulls and Fireworks

My family and I visited my father's parents last weekend. Mommom and Poppop are da bomb...basically. But neither of them know it. And I do a horrible job of showing them. Sometimes my Mommom says some really strange things. Things like my cousin that disrespects the people around him and doesn't care is a good-looking and lovely kid. Things like that blue and gold and black motorcycle (that she has never seen) is gorgeous, simply because it is blue and gold and black. Things like seagulls are beautiful.

Seagulls, are not beautiful. They screech and poop everywhere and steal food and have the annoying tendency of following you around. No one thinks seagulls are beautiful. Except Mommom. Mommom says strange things.

Or maybe they are only strange things because the world would never say them. I daresay the vast majority would not look at my cousin as a lovely boy. And the vast majority would not say seagulls are beautiful. But when my Mommom speaks about seagulls, she's not speaking for the world. She's speaking for Jesus. Jesus thinks seagulls are beautiful. Jesus thinks my cousin is a lovely boy with wonderful creativity and potential. Jesus thinks motorcycles are gorgeous. Because all those things are the wonderful works of His hands, or the creations of a brilliant mind He created. So it isn't very strange at all that seagulls are beautiful.

Later that weekend some of my cousins from my mother's side were visiting her father. All of my parents' parents live close to each other in New Jersey. We all got together to see fireworks on the fourth of July. As we were waiting for the fireworks to begin, I was lying on a blanket with my cousin Ruth. (I affectionately call her Ruthie.) Ruthie lost her mother to lung cancer this past year. She is still the vibrant, sassy, beautiful girl she always was, but she's a little older inside.
Ruthie told me that people in Heaven see fireworks. Just from a different view.

Ruthie kinda startled me, I didn't really know what to say. I just smiled and said some word of agreement. But then I thought about her words. And I thought, "Wow, Ruth. That's wonderfully amazing, what you just said. That's love and hope incarnate." I think love for her mother, memories of family, and Jesus made Ruth say that.

I wonder. Do people in Heaven see fireworks? My mother told me sometimes she thinks about her mother in Heaven, but she said Grandma can't see us or the rest of the world because there is no sadness in Heaven. There are plenty of reasons to be sad when you look at he world; I don't believe fireworks are one of the them. I have no biblical proof to look to, no knowledge with which to form my idea. But I think people in Heaven do see fireworks. Just from a different view.