Where is Everybody Going?

My father-in-law used to say this sometimes when we were on the road, referring to all the other vehicles. “Don’t you wonder where all these people are going?”

I had occasion to sit on a bench tonight beside a silo out in the middle of nowhere. I heard several different sounds, none of them made by a human. 

• squawking, cooing and melodious birds
• the occasional honk of a goose 
• buzzing little stinging things, fluttering pesky things (at least there were no cicadas)
• an occasional barking dog way in the distance 
• Jet planes way overhead 
• about 20 cars on the little country road 

As I sat there taking in all the sounds around me, I was jolted back to reality by several cars coming down the lane together. Where could so many cars possibly be going on this remote little road?

It turns out that they were all coming to the barn where I was sitting. Once they all arrived, no more cars came along. And then I started hearing laughter and squeals as those who had arrived greeted each other. 

All these people knew exactly where they were going — to a very specific celebration in honor of a very special friend. 

Will heaven be like that? I know that I’m going there. When I arrive, I will celebrate my very special friend and Savior, Jesus Christ. And I will never stop. 

If you don’t have a personal relationship with Jesus and are interested in learning more about it, let me know. I’ll be glad to explain the simplicity of it.