Lot’s of good people believe that the way you get to heaven is by being good. After all, God is a good God and heaven is a good place and going to heaven will be a good thing–if we’re good.
The problem is: that’s not true.
Good people don’t go to heaven. Bad people do.
Bad people who have done bad things WHO HAVE BEEN FORGIVEN go to heaven.
And there’s only ONE WAY to be forgiven–to accept Jesus as our Lord and Savior. And believe that when He died on the cross, who we WERE died with Him. And we became new creatures in Christ. Born again. From above.
That’s the only way we get to heaven.
For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son,that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life.
Therefore, if any man is in Christ, he is a new creation: old things have passed away; behold, all things have become new.
2 Corinthians 5:17
Yesterday in church Pastor Gearl recognized all the moms in the audience. His message was about how important a good mom is to her family and to others. I wish you could have been there with me.
I can’t believe it’s been 11 years since Jesus called you home. I sure do miss you. I can’t count the times I’ve wanted to pick up the phone and call you. I loved to call you and share some way God blessed me, or tell you about something exciting or fun I did that day.
My conversations over the years with you and Dad created some of my most precious memories. Though we spent most of our lives living a thousand miles apart, I loved being able to pick up the phone and connect with you just to chat.
You gave me something few of my friends here share. For almost 60 years you gave me consistency. You stayed married to each other, despite some extremely difficult times. No matter where I was, or what I was doing, or not doing, I could always pick up the phone and dial 712-246-2655. You were always there. I often brag about my hometown and my wonderful growing up years in my loving family to my friends. Most of them marvel at the wonderful childhood I enjoyed in our small Iowa hometown. Many of my friends have never known the consistence and security you and Dad gave me.
I know we didn’t have a perfect life, either. I know I gave you more than my share of grief and heartaches. For all those, I am genuinely sorry.
I have to confess, Mom: the day you died, I was absolutely jubilant. Not because you died, but because I knew where you were. Your suffering from the cancer that took you from us was over. Not only was I jubilant because I knew where you were. I was jubilant because I knew that someday we would be reunited and basking in the love of Jesus in God’s Kingdom forever. We’ll never be apart again. We’ll never know pain or suffering or sorrow or dismay or any other health problems. And you’d never have to fuss at me again to pick up my clothes.
What a glorious day that will be!
Until then, Mom, please know that I love you and miss you still. I am grateful for everything you were to me, everything you gave me, everything you taught me, and everything you did for me.
I will always love you,
Your loving son, Steve
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