There is a video about how heaven is organized like the human body. It explores how various celebrities through time have performed jobs that are similar to ways that the organs of the body support life. Malala has been courageous in filtering out the negative influences that threaten girls in education. She works like the kidneys. Martin Luther King Jr has been a powerful force in civil rights, much like the biceps. Rachel Carson wrote about the environment in the same way that the vocal cords allow us to speak out. 

It all illustrates a vision of eternity as one in which people perform jobs. Except that the word job does not do justice to how much fun it is.

Our daughter works for Meta and recently was invited to the home office. She was exuberant when we talked to her at the airport about to fly home. 

"It is like the Disneyland of offices! There are bikes all over campus that anyone can take to get around. Every building has cafeterias with free food, all day long. There are cutting edge technologies, which I can't really tell you about."

It made me smile to think that a work environment could garner such enthusiasm. 

The human body is incredible. It performs in ways I will never understand. The wide variety of tissues operate in synchronicity without a whiff of competition. It reminds me that people whose purposes differ from mine are not necessarily a threat. Plus, I am convinced that lungs and capillaries think their tasks are a blast. 

I can relate. Some of the aspects of my jobs are anything but work. I sing with preschool children. I help kids make stuffed giraffes. I orchestrate Parent's Night Out. I lead marriage groups. These are the genre of activities that bring me joy, and if I am still doing them in fifty years I will know I made it through the pearly gates.