In the language of Anne Shirley (of Green Gables fame), a "Jonah Day" refers to a generally bad day, where everything just seems to be going against you. Those of you who are Biblically literate can see the connection: you know, just a guy trying to mind his own (selfish) business and then interrupted with an unsavory task, which he ran away from, which led to a horrendous storm-tossed sail, which led to his being thrown overboard and swallowed by a giant fish, his sitting in its belly for a long time, then being thrown up on a strange beach, bringing him back to follow through on the unsavory task after all.
Today seems to be shaping up into a Jonah day for me. I'm going to complain for a bit here, under the guise of looking forward to heaven. Because, you know, in heaven there will actually be no more sorrow, no more suffering, no more injustice, no more selfishness, no more regret. That is so hard to even begin to fathom for me.
It means, for example, that my right hand, which already begins to feel arthritic, will never ache or suffer from split knuckles in the cold again. My neck and back, perpetually cricked and tense (especially during the cold, scrunched-up season), will be able to somersault and dance and probably even turn like an owl without the least complaint. I'll never have to keep up the personal chores I do for the sake of being my most beautiful. (Actually, I haven't kept up with those for years now, so it will be unthinkably wonderful to just be, just BE beautiful, nothing doing.)
There will be no poop in heaven. No poop of any creature, at all, for me to face. Hallelujah.
I can sing all I want and not have anybody tell me to stop, that it's too loud. Dishes. No more dishes. I have a feeling that being creative will always be a joy, and never a burden or a frustration. There will not be cranky toddlers beating on my back begging for my attention while I focus on something else. For that matter, it seems likely that I'll be able to devote my full attention either to as many things as desired all at once, or else there will be the opportunity to focus entirely on one thing at a time, fully and completely, for always. I will not crash into things from clumsiness anymore, and there will be no ingredients-flung-about disasters while cooking. There will never be heartache or loneliness, and I will never Not Understand again--myself, others, my wonderful, mysterious Father God. I can learn every secret I've ever wondered--and more--about how this incredible creation works. All the dots will be connected.
I have sometimes wondered how eternal life, the whole system, will be able to function without what we know as Decay. Because in our system, our broken, beautiful world, everything kind of functions based on the cycle of life and death, Decay. I can't imagine something different, because that's just how it Is. But you know what? I absolutely trust that Elohim, the Creator of the universe, is fully capable of a perfect, Perfect system in heaven, which allows for all things without death.