I don’t want to go to Heaven alone.
People keep asking me why I would want to leave home for a year and travel across to globe, far from the comforts of home and family, and for months all I could tell them was that I simply felt compelled. Words couldn’t describe the feelings and emotions that I was having surrounding the World Race. I just knew that I had to go.
This passed Sunday I was in church and the sermon was about Hell. The simple idea of Hell is terrifying to me. Gnashing of teeth anyone? The Pastor ended it by saying that simple phrase about entering eternity solo, and it had me begging my friend for a pen. It was the only notes I took that night.
When I was in high school, I remember going to a youth bible study at a friend’s house in my neighborhood. I vividly remember his mom saying that she fully believed that God wouldn’t come back until everyone on Earth had the opportunity to learn about Him. Little did I know, over ten years later, that would be my calling. To help do my part of The Great Commission and reach as many people as I could. That simple sermon took my genuine concern for the wellbeing for those living in communities that are unable to help themselves, and amped it to a powerful quest of reaching God’s children who are unaware of His existence, love, or eternal grace.
I’m on a Journey. Many feel that it will begin in January. I’m already on that adventure. Have been for several months now. I didn’t realize until a few weeks ago, but God is already working on my heart.
Now, I know I won’t be going to Heaven alone. To even think that would be incredibly pretentious and my ego isn’t quite that large. However, it is the thought alone that is staggering. Anyone who know’s me can attest to the fact that I wasn’t designed to stay quiet and I don’t know a single stranger. My entire life has been training for this moment, but I’m slightly terrified that I’m not 100% prepared. It would be ridiculously easy to back out, but I won’t.
I don’t want to go to Heaven alone.
