Sleeping out back with Jesus

People that come into my office (the place where I work, I don’t have an office at home or church) never seem to know what they want. And they wait until the end of the day to come in every day. My co-workers and I say that they are getting their desks cleared off, but piling it all on our desks. And they wait until late on Fridays. That is the worst. They wait until 4:15 on a Friday afternoon to bring in work, which screws up our weekends. But at least their desk is clear, their workload is lessened. Isn’t that all that matters?
Recently some of the young people I am acquainted with brought up an interesting point. They worry about where they are going when they die. Now, at least in my personal beliefs, if you believe in Christ and have the assurance that you forgiven of your sins, then worrying about whether you end up on the up or down escalator should not be a problem.
And then there are the people who wait their entire lives to make some sort of decision about their beliefs when it comes to faith. Notice I say faith, not religion. My simple point today is this: Do not wait until it is too late to know where your soul is ending up someday. The Jesus I worship is pretty easy-going. He died for you, for your sins, and for your worries about the future. You do not have to wait until 4:30 on the day of your death to make some sort of decision about where you end up standing in line. And if you do not know what you want, well...here is a simple choice. Heaven...paradise, no more worries, no more tears, or hell.
A man dies and goes to heaven. Jesus greets him at the gates and says: “Welcome home, would you like to see your mansion that I have prepared especially for you?” and the man is perplexed by this, he just does not seem so sure about this mansion. He looks at Jesus and says in response: “I do not want a mansion, I would not know what to do in some great big house, you got anything else?
And Jesus is surprised by this, but he responds. “I actually have a stable out back, the roof is barely there, but it is so comfortable there. The breeze that comes through it is so comforting, and at night you can lie there and look up at all the stars. It is where I stay, you are welcome to join me there.” Do you want to guess where the man slept from then on? He stayed where he was welcomed, comfortable, and relaxed. Isn’t that what we all want in the end?