Home Sweet Home

Why wouldn't I want to die?

Could it be because I love the world more than I love to be home with my Father, who alone loves me in Christ Jesus?

Isn't going home early to heaven, a more aspired place to be than having to struggle against evil each day for the next 80 years (assuming I live 80 years) in this world, and maybe in the course of it, I missed home in heaven and ended up in a fiery place?

Why would I want to live longer when my passion for the world and everything in it has fizzle out? For to me, it's like being held captive in the most boring and unwelcome place.

When I finished work, I wanted to go home. When I am tired after a day out, I wanted to go home. When I break from class in school or college, I wanted to go home. Wherever I am, my heart is always longing for home. I think of the warm bed and cozy room where home is the only place I can actually rest in peace!

I wanted to be home to enjoy being love by my loved ones. I wanted to be in their company where true love is alive. Home is the most wonderful place to be.

Honestly, I hate living in the world, because each day I have to dodge sinning to stay pure and holy. It's tiring work to stay away from sinning and I may end up away from my heavenly home when I finally died.

Do you think my opinion about life's boredom is balderdash? Actually I am pragmatic and humble about what I want for my life. However, it may be different for those who have everything to live for! Simply put, some may love the world much much more than me!

Sometimes, I envy those who were never born into the world. The Book of Ecclesiastes chapter 4 verse 3 has it on record stating, But most fortunate of all are those who are not yet born. For they have not seen all the evil that is done under the sun.

I guess not too many people can comprehend what's in my mind about 'going home.' Don't misunderstand or misinterpret my thoughts; I am not talking about suicide. I am expressing the joy and the excitement and the longing to be with my heavenly Father who alone loves me in my Saviour Jesus.

When my relationship with Christ is so intimate, the love sets me free from the fear of death. I only wanted to go to be with Him. And I guessed that's what understanding His love for me is. In fact, because of His deep love for me, He came to show me how much He love me by setting me free from the fear of death at the cross.

Because God's children are human beings-made of flesh and blood-the Son also became flesh and blood. For only as a human being could he die, and only by dying could he break the power of the devil, who had the power of death. Only in this way could he set free all who have lived their lives as slaves to the fear of dying. Hebrews 2:14-15

In the Book of Isaiah chapter 57 verse one, our heavenly Father explained that sometimes He loved us so much that He is compelled to bring us 'home' before evil consume us. Good people pass away; the godly often die before their time. But no one seems to understand that God is protecting them from the evil to come.

Until we understand how much God, the Father loves us in Jesus and how much we also love Him, we will be reluctant to want to be reconcile with Him. It's just the same when we don't love someone, we wouldn't want to be near them.

Let me conclude by expounding on how much Paul aspired to 'go home' and be with Jesus Christ. Paul divulged his longing in Philippians 1:21, 23, For to me, living means living for Christ, and dying is even better. I'm torn between two desires: I long to go and be with Christ, which would be far better for me.

I am looking forward to 'go home' and be with my Saviour Father, Jesus who alone loves me. After all, this is not where I belong....I am just a visitor, a foreigner in a foreign land.

Father Saviour, Jesus, I know how much you miss me....I miss you too!