…but nobody wants to die.”
These are the words of a David Crowder song. I believe they are the sentiments of a LOT of people here on earth. I find it interesting that most, if not all people, if asked the question whether they will go to Heaven or Hell when they die, state emphatically, “Heaven”. The answer would be followed with something like, “I don’t believe God sends ‘good’ or ‘nice’ people to Hell” or “I don’t believe God would send the people He created to Hell”. If the same people were asked if they believe in God the answers would be split between a hardy ‘Yes!’ and a definite ‘No!’. Heaven is God’s home. It is His dwelling place. Why on earth would people who do not believe in Him want to spend eternity at His house? It would be like someone who hates your guts or could give a rip about you moving into your spare bedroom until they die. Awkward.
One day you hear the doorbell. You open the door, say hello and standing there is a stranger. They reply ‘hello’ as if you should know who they are. You figure they are there to sell you something. Then you see they have suitcases, baggage. You are perplexed as to why they are at your door. The look on their face shows their intention of walking through your front door with their bags, and never leaving. You close the door slightly and say, “I’m sorry but I think you have the wrong address.” Again, awkward! It’s not that you don’t like meeting new people…
Jesus said, “Whoever finds his life will lose it and whoever loses his life for my sake will find it.”
He also said, “I am the resurrection and the life. He who believes in me will live, even though he dies; and whoever lives and believes in me will never die. Do you believe this?”
Another entry that sheds light on this is I Corinthians 15.
I can’t wait to get to Heaven, whether I die first or I’m old and gray and have to wait it out, but in the mean time, I’m enjoying my relationship with God, believing in Him and getting to know Him quite intimately so that when I do die, it won’t be like knocking on a stranger’s front door…
I am not only thankful on the 4th Thursday of every November, but I am thankful daily that when I get to God’s front door, I won’t be toting even one carry on because of what Jesus did for me, AND, God’s going to recognize me AND know my name. I am not boasting…of this I am sure.