After he had provided purification for sins, he sat down at the right hand of the Majesty in heaven. –Hebrews 1:3
After giving his disciples the mission, Jesus rose up into the clouds and disappeared into heaven, leaving them behind. But then what? What did Jesus do next? Sometimes I like to imagine what it must have been like in heaven on the day that Jesus came home to his Father.
Imagine the celebration that must have been going on in heaven. King Jesus had finished everything he had gone to earth to do, and now was coming home. All the angels were probably lined up to greet him, dressed in their best angel clothes (do angels change their clothes?). As Jesus entered heaven’s gates, trumpets sounded, and all the hosts of heaven raised a shout of triumph that shook the whole place. “Three cheers for the conquering King! Long live the King!” And as Jesus walked up heaven’s golden street, he no longer looked like an ordinary man; his face shone like a thousand suns, and the angel armies knelt in worship and shielded their eyes from the brightness of his glory.
But as he passed by, the angels whispered to one another in awe: his hands were still scarred from the nails of the cross. Although Jesus had taken back all the divine power and glory that he had laid aside when he first became a man, the marks of his pain and death were still there. Forever and ever, those scars would remain as a reminder of what he had suffered, and the victory he had won.
A new song of praise swept through the angelic host: “Worthy is the Lamb who was slain to receive power and wealth and wisdom and strength and honor and glory and praise!”
Jesus approached the throne of heaven and looked up to see his Father, smiling the biggest smile the universe has ever known. “Well done, my beloved Son,” came the voice of thunder from the throne. “Welcome home.”
Jesus stepped up to the throne. There was his crown, glittering with a beauty far beyond what any earthly king could imagine, which Jesus had first laid aside when he became a man. Jesus knelt before his Father, as his Father raised the crown and placed it on Jesus’ head: the same head which, only a few weeks before, had worn a mocking crown of thorns. This, at last, was the crown that Jesus deserved. And all of heaven erupted in song and praise and glad shouting yet again, even louder than the first time.
And then, the newly-crowned King of the universe did what any king who has won a battle and conquered his enemies does: he sat down on his throne. His work was accomplished; sin had been paid for, and Satan had been defeated and was on the run. Now Jesus’ kingdom would be unstoppable, because once again the King was on his throne.