If my first fishing trip to Canada was one that began my excitement for catching walleye up north than my last trip brought that to a whole new level.

Last year a few men were able to go to Canada on a spring fishing trip. We had always gone in the fall so this would be a new experience. Don and I were able to begin a day early and decided to scope out a few lakes in the area.

We talked to the local lady at the bait shop who informed us of a lake that was, in her words, “polluted with bass.” Apparently Canadians don’t care much for bass. Don and I decided to be neighborly and help eradicate this hideous disease from the Canadian lakes. The lake was gorgeous and the bass could literally be seen swimming among the rocks.

We fished and caught and fished and caught to our heart’s content.

That trip also illuminated an old, but new passion in me. I enjoy going fast. That year, I learned to love pressing the gas on a quad, racing it down the road and traversing the many trails. If I ever get a quad, just wave as I zoom by.

These last two weeks writing about Canada remind me so much of heaven.

  • I wasn’t sure what to expect.
  • It was going to be totally different from anything I had experienced.
  • I would be away from what I knew.
  • I would be living in a new place.
  • I would be doing new things.
  • I wanted to stay where I was because I didn’t think this could really be any better than what I was doing at home.

Don’t we feel all those same things about heaven?

1 Corinthians 2:9 says, “No eye has seen, no ear has heard, and no mind has imagined what God has prepared for those who love Him.”

I couldn’t imagine what fishing in Canada was like. People told me, but I didn’t really understand until I went myself… and I’m so glad I did.

God has told us some things about heaven, but we won’t truly get it until we’re there. That scares us. We think it cannot be better than what we already know. But how could the God who made this world make anything less in the next? It must be better.

There’s only one thing that would make the next Canadian fishing trip better than the last: bringing more men from our church so they can have that same experience.

You and I don’t fully know what to expect in heaven, but we should expect it to be the best. The only thing that will make it better is if lots of others come along to join us. Today, invite a few more people to come on what is certain to be the best trip you, I or they will ever take.