We talk about being on a Faith Journey. That may sometimes sound vague and abstract. Where exactly is this journey taking us? What is our final destination? What’s the point?
You may have a different answer than I, but to me, my faith journey is leading me to an eternity in Heaven with the God who knows me and loves me.
Along the way, if done well and with intention, my journey will allow me to become the best version of myself that I can possibly be. That’s who I hope to be when I present myself on that final day.
To reach that end, I need to put a great amount of conscious effort in coming to know myself, others, and of course, The Lord.
I’m pretty confident that you are striving for the same goal—the same Grand Prize—that I am. We are called to have faith that God exists, that He knows and loves each and every one of us and that He wants us to spend all of eternity in His presence. In every thing that you do, Keep Your Eye on the Prize!
Mary Chapin Carpenter, a folk singer, has a beautiful song she calls “My Heaven”. When I listen to her song, I am filled with joy to think that my eternity could be so beautiful. And, with the faith I have, I know without doubt that this beautiful version of heaven will come nowhere close to the reality I will experience.
Nothing shatters, nothing breaks, nothing hurts and nothing aches.
We’ve got ourselves one heck of a place—in my heaven.
Looking down at the world below: a bunch of whining, fighting schmos.
Up here we’ve got none of those—in my heaven.
There’s pools and lakes and hills and mountains, music, art and lighted fountains.
Who needs bucks here?; no one’s counting—in my heaven.
No one works, we all just play. You can pick the weather every day.
If you change your mind, that’s okay—in my heaven.
Grandma’s up here, Grandpa too in a condo with to-die-for views.
There’s presidents and movie stars. Just come as you are.
No one’s lost and no one’s missing. No more parting, just hugs and kissing.
And all these stars are just for wishing—in my heaven.
There’s little white lights everywhere, your childhood dog in dad’s old chair,
And more memories than my heart can hold when Eva’s singing “Fields of Gold”.
There’s neighbors, thieves and long lost lovers, villains, poets, kings and mothers.
Up here we forgive each other—in my heaven.
For every soul that’s down there waiting, holding on, still hesitating,
We say a prayer of levitating—in my heaven.
You can look back on your life and lot, but it can’t matter what you’re not.
By the time you’re here, we’re all we’ve got—in my heaven.