I love to be in heaven, to be in that place where there is already a room prepared for me. I wonder what awaits me in the room if indeed I will spend much time there except to sleep. Each day will I see Jesus or will I be with the angels conversing about all things until it is my turn to come before the throne? O wonderful days are to come, that now my hospitality will not be cold but warm and friendly to all. My time here on this earth will also be spent in pleasing God and loving humanity. There is all kind of evils on this earth and it is indeed an awful thing. In heaven and in the new earth, suffering will reside in hell and will have no place in paradise. Injustice will be dead!
Monday, 22 May 2017
I knew a sad boy who no longer thought much about this world. His gaze was always towards heaven, towards the light. But he didn't think of heaven as a physical place where existence continues long into the night, but his heaven was nothingness. He saw his life at present to be meaningless and wanted his flickering flames to be blown out as one blows out the light of a candle. He longed for this nothingness, for this non-conscienceness in the dark. His nights were spent blowing out candles in the darkness of his room whilst he spent his days by the river gazing at the sky. He was all alone, he had no desire for friendship or fellowship. He was altogether happy in his sadness. I spoke to him on a few occasions to try to wake him to the present but he always hugged me and said that he will never change. It was such a pity for he was a winsome boy, one who had an air of greatness about them and undoubtedly would have done this world some good. But he longed for nothingness.
I do not worry about what I will eat I do not worry about where I will sleep For the whole world is His And everything in it. I do not ...