Your Name on It

There is a place in heaven with your name on it.

Let that sink in for a second.

Sometimes we think of heaven like showing up at a crowded restaurant—maybe we’ll get a table if there’s room, maybe we won’t.

But that’s not it at all.

Heaven is more like being the guest of honor at someone’s home. You’re not hoping to fit in. You’re expected. There’s a seat at the table with your name on it.

God created you specifically for heaven. He didn’t make you and then hope you’d squeeze in somewhere.

“In my Father’s house are many rooms,” Jesus says. “I go to prepare a place for you.”

Not a place for whoever. A place for you.

He’s not hoping there’s room. He’s preparing it.