Revelation 22:4 reads: “And they will see his face, and his name will be written on their foreheads.”
This is a neat use of words. I do not think it is literal. I do not imagine we will be walking around with lettering on our faces.
Instead, I remember old cartoons of eyes turning into protruding dollar signs or pulsing hearts to express the character's all-consuming adulation and worship of an object.
More realistically, I call to mind all the momma's faces I have seen when they first hold their newborns. Aren't the babies' names written on the faces of those sweaty, worn out, exultant moms? We do not even need to see the child when we look at mom. Everything that matters is already on her face.
I imagine this is what we will reflect when we finally get to stand in front of the throne of God. We will be reflecting back His glory, as the moon does the sun. But more! All metaphors will be gone, all analogy passé, all comparisons obsolete. We will be in the overwhelming reality of the realized promise. We will be living in a way these fallen bodies cannot.
How I long for that day! Until then, I must continue to strive for His name to be written on this face I have now. I must wait with confident expectation that I will one day be in His presence with a new body that will withstand His glory. As I wait, I pray saving from distraction and urgency to invite others to wait with me.