The other day I was driving to work and heard a preacher on the radio teaching about Heaven. He talked about a lot of different things,

It only makes sense, though, when you really think about it. If the disciples knew who Jesus was after He was raised from the dead, of course we will recognize each other. And our names are written in the Lambs Book of Life; we have an identity. We're not going to be just "heavenly beings."
Of course, I'm probably not going to be there searching everyone out as though it's a reunion. I imagine the first hundred years or so I'll just be asking God about all those things I don't quite understand now. I imagine I will be too consumed sitting at Jesus' feet to really think about who else is there. Besides, I really don't have to worry about it. I'll probably walk in and sit down right next to Mom.