No...this is not a global warming warning, or anything of the kind. I simply can not wait until Jesus returns, and we all are at the foot of The Throne of God worshipping and singing and praising Him forever.
I know that some of my friends are turned off by any discourse of spiritual matters, and for that I can only offer prayers for your heart to see what I see when I think of Jesus. Anyway, this isnot about you, it is about me. This week I have had two serious conversations with my parents about a not-so-happy moment for me when one or both of my parents shed their mortal coil and go to their mansion prepared for them in God's House (John 14). Selfishly, I admit that I don't want to see them go, that I wish I could have their light, their energy, and their insight for as long as I am on planet earth, but that is not realistic or healthy.
I love my parents, and although I put them through Hell on earth a few years ago for quite a few years, I am so very proud to have been raised by two of the greatest Christian people to walk the walk. They are truly humble and obedient to God's teaching. They bring light and life to every place they go and everyone they meet.
So, while we live for Christ, showing all we have contact with His love and His gospel, the humanity is still undeniable that we all will fade from this world and become new creatures with a new home after our death. This truth doesn't help deal with the reality of parents in need while still on earth. These questions and more are hard and inevitable as we adults try to plan and decide what to do in case of the worst (or the best, depending on the vantage point).
