“In my Father’s house are many mansions: if it were not so, I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you.And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again, and receive you unto myself; that where I am, there ye may be also.” John 14:2-3. KJV
Don’t you think Jesus was glad to get home again? What a reunion THAT must have been. Father and Son together again.
When mom and dad were alive I loved going back to Shenandoah.
Living more than 1,000 miles from home since I was 19 made trips home exciting and festive. Almost ideal. When I got there, I wanted time to stop. I wanted to savor every minute with my folks in the home where I grew up.
I slept in the same bed I slept in growing up. Home was always toasty warm for winter Steve and Sam visits and comfortably cool in summer. Mom and Dad welcomed me home. They were as excited to see me as I was to see them. They cooked for me. Served me. Loved me.
Unfortunately visits home were usually not more than 10 days or so. I cried every time I had to leave home.
But, I’m going home again. This time I won’t have to leave. Time will stop. I’ll see mom and dad again. And my grandparents and my aunts and uncles and cousins and friends I’ve known who are already home.
Even better than that, I’ll be with my heavenly Father. And with Jesus, I’ll get to see the mansion He prepared for me. The one He came to receive me for because He wants to be with me.
And I’ll never leave Home again.