I was taking a walk the other day, praying. And I began to think about how completely different I am from God, and how very little I truly know or understand about God. And I think about heaven, and being there and being at home, but having so much to learn.
It’s like traveling to a foreign country that happens to be home.
You walk down the street. It seems so familiar. It’s beautiful. You look up at the signs on the buildings and you can’t read them because you don’t know the language.  Then the King of that country ushers you into the palace, and welcomes you in to sit and dine at his table.

God is our Father, Jesus is our King — but make no mistake about it: we know so little about Him. But I long to know as much as my finite brain can understand this side of heaven. I want to learn the language of heaven, so when I get there — I won’t be a stranger.

Tozer, speaking on the same subject, puts it this way:

“I want to think, pray, study and mediate on God and get to learn the language of the place where I am going. I’m going up there where the Father is, and the Son and the Holy Spirit. All the great company of the redeemed is there — the blood washed, the regenerated, the sanctified. And when I get there I want to be able to speak the language of that place — without an American accent! “

[The Attributes of God Volume Two – A.W. Tozer]