I cannot remember when I first believed in heaven. I suppose all who believe in the hereafter, have preconceived ideas of what it is like. I remember talking to my father about heaven before he died; he couldn’t comprehend it, yet he trusted that he would see his son, my brother again. He also believed he’d see my sons, his grandsons. And without question, he believed he’d see Jesus. Just before he left this earth, he told of times he saw Jesus and angels in his room. Some might say they were hallucinations, figments of his imagination. Daddy called them preparation for his homecoming. Though Daddy didn’t want to leave this earth, the more his aging body failed, the more he looked forward to going “home”.
“Do not let your hearts be troubled. You believe in God; believe also in me. My Father’s house has many rooms; if that were not so, would I have told you that I am going there to prepare a place for you? And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come back and take you to be with me that you also may be where I am. You know the way to the place where I am going.” John 14:1-4
When my five-year-old son was hit by a school bus, I was heartbroken because I could not go with him as they wheeled him into the elevator to go to surgery. From the moment he’d been hit in front of our house, he hadn’t said anything. He lay limp and in shock in the emergency room as we waited for the surgeons to assess the damage to his tiny hand and bruised body. I bent down to kiss his little head as the doors opened, and he looked up sleepily, “They’re going to take you upstairs to fix your hand, baby,” I tried to explain. His blue eyes shown as he looked into mine, then he said “Don’t worry, mommy; Jesus is with me.”
He didn’t say, Jesus would be with him. He said, “Jesus is…”. For years that moment held my heart in the hands of God. I had not told my son I was worried, yet he knew. And he told me that Jesus was with him.
Sometimes we worry about life after death. Sometimes we wonder what happens as we pass through the threshold of this life to the next. But Jesus, himself, told us “do not let your hearts be troubled.” He is preparing a place for those who trust in Him. He will come get us when our time on this earth is over. I believe Jesus came to my son, twenty-eight years later when Chad died on Mother’s Day 2005. Though I miss his presence in my life, I believe Chad is now in heaven, waiting for the day we are reunited. This knowledge gives me joy I cannot explain.
PRAYER: Lord, give peace to those who find themselves wondering about the end of this life. Let them be comforted that soon they will see You face to face. Thank you for the promise that we who know You, will meet again someday to spend an eternity in Your presence and glory.