Is it possible that where we are right now, doesn’t really matter? You could be staying at home sick with the cabin fever? You could be on the front lines fighting someone else’s war or in the cancer ward waging a battle against a foreign invader. Does it really matter where we are in this present moment?
Think of heaven. Not someone else’s version of heaven, but what you imagine it to be. Is it sipping Mai Tai’s on the beach in the waning years of life? Is it on the other side of the pearly gates reunited with the loved ones who departed before you? Is it both?
Heaven is what really matters. That is the end goal after all. And in order to get there, we have to make the pilgrimage. We have to take the journey to get to our destination. Jesus said we have to take the narrow gate. What does that mean? It means the way isn’t always easy. It isn’t always sunshine and rainbows. There are many pitfalls. There are many snares. There are wrong decisions, financial crises, global pandemics, and enemies lying in wait. But where we are right now in the journey doesn’t matter. It will pass. What matters is where we are heading.
I love this statement from Super Brain. Think of it in relation to God. In the beginning, you begin with hope. Easy right? “I hope there is a God because that would give me meaning and purpose to this life.” From hope, comes faith. “I believe in God.” But knowing, that is something entirely different. That is communion. That is walking and talking with God. That is wrestling with Him like Jacob did. It goes beyond hope and faith. It is no longer the things we believe in and cannot see, but something real, something tangible.
Heaven is out there. We are not there yet, but we can catch a glimpse of it in our mind’s eye. To get there, we have to keep going. We continue on in our journey.
I find the great thing in this world is not so much where we stand, as in what direction we are moving: To reach the port of heaven, we must sail sometimes with the wind and sometimes against it -but we must sail, and not drift, nor lie at anchor. – Oliver Wendell Holmes
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