Luke 20
Jesus said to them, ‘Those who belong to this age marry and are given in marriage; but those who are considered worthy of a place in that age and in the resurrection from the dead neither marry nor are given in marriage’.
-Luke 20:34-35
I read Luke 20 a couple weeks ago.
Nothing special, just a part of my routine.
Late night, quiet, sitting there going through Scripture.
Highlighting passages I don’t want to forget.
And then I hit that line.
Which to sum it up, essentially says:
In the resurrection, there is no marriage.
I won’t lie to you, I kind of paused, confused.
Like what do you mean there’s no marriage in heaven?
For a second it almost felt off. Like something was being removed from us. Like one of the most meaningful things we have here… just doesn’t exist in eternal life.
Once it finally clicked, I wrote to myself before I’d forget:
Here on earth we’re called to model the love of the trinity but in heaven we’re in the deep of that love and no longer have to act out the signs of it to point us to God because we are already with Him.
It caught me off guard more than I expected.
But the longer I sat with it, the more it started to shift.
There is a kind of life we’re living here that isn’t the real thing, but merely a reflection of it.
On earth, everything points to the eternal.
Marriage points.
Not as an end, but as a direction.
Something that leads us toward heaven, not something that replaces it.
It’s like we’re constantly rehearsing something we’ve never actually experienced in full. Trying to build it through people, through moments, through things that feel close, but never quite complete.
Everything here feels like a fragment.
Like an almost.
Like this is it… until it’s not.
And it kept clicking.
Jesus isn’t taking something away from us in Luke 20.
He’s revealing what all of this actually is.
A series of signs.
What we do here isn’t meant to fulfill us.
It’s meant to form us.
To lead us toward something we can’t fully experience yet.
Even the best moments still carry that quiet gap.
Like something is just out of reach.
And maybe that’s intentional.
Because heaven isn’t more of this.
It’s not better versions of our lives.
It’s the end of all of it.
No more symbols.
No more distance.
No more trying to piece together something eternal out of temporary parts.
Just the real thing.
And if I’m being honest…
That realization kind of shook me.
Because it means this life, no matter how good it gets, was never meant to be where it all comes together.
It was always just pointing upward.
