Why do you want to go to heaven?
Is it to see someone that you miss desperately?
Is is to escape something terrible?
Is it to get relief from pain?
Is it to avoid hell? (yes, there is a hell)
These are all legitimate desires, but not one is spiritual. Self-preservation and self-gratification are favorite ways for the enemy to tempt the one looking too closely in the mirror. One juicy bite of pride in the garden long ago caused the Father to leave. The God of the universe, who was once seen by two pair of eyes, is now referred to as invisible. I wonder if Eve, after all the punishments were announced, I wonder if she missed her intimate life with God? Did she long to hear His footsteps in the garden? Was the worse consequence she received that day, the separation from her Creator?
That’s all God wants of us ya’ll. He wants us to long to see Him. To anticipate a reunion. To love Him more than that special person you miss.
I have personally had heaven issues in the past, one of the reason for this post. I artfully hid this secret from my inner self. The fact that Jesus was in heaven was just secondary to the reason I really wanted to go. Thankfully the Holy Spirit specializes in wake up calls.
So exactly what did my repentance look like?
Honesty came first. I didn’t love God as He commanded…with all my heart, my soul, my mind and my strength. I was a halfhearted lover. And y’all, that’s never good for a relationship. (I wrote a post about that here) Next I admitted to myself that I was helpless in knowing how to drum up this kind of passion in my love for God. Finally, I turned to the Holy Spirit for help. He helped me change my behavior toward God. And let me note here, the behavior came first, the fervor came later… a miracle performed by my friend the Holy Spirit. I began drinking in scripture, praying with purpose, making time for solitary praise and meditation, and I started talking about Jesus to everyone…just as if I couldn’t live without Him. Soon I discovered I couldn’t.
Now… HIS face is the first one I want to see when I step out of my earthly body.
In my imagination, this is what heaven looks like to me. Upon my arrival, those I love are close but not in the forefront. They are to the side eagerly anticipating the moment I catch the first glimpse of the One who died for me. My eyes are locked on Jesus as my mother and father take my hands. Together we worship Him, joining our voices as a family united in our joy. He is the center of our attention. As it was in the beginning.
Picture: taken on my 2018 trip to Rocky Mountain National Park near Estes Park, Colorado.
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