Will I see my mother, grandmother, classmates and neighbors in heaven? Will they know me and recognize me as the person I was here on earth? I often wonder what my mom is doing in heaven right now. Did she know that her family celebrated her one-year anniversary of being received into heaven? Did she know we had a party and invited her family and friends to eat the foods that she used to serve us?
Some of her friends told stories about her at her party. They told about the time she went gambling and forgot to pencil in her eyebrows. She had to stop at Wal-mart, buy an eyebrow pencil and draw in her eyebrows before she could go blow her money! She would carry “bubba teeth” in her purse in case she wanted to put them in before going into a restaurant. She was a talented pianist and would play for her friends at parties so they could sing their favorite songs.
These are thoughts I’ve had over the past year as I’ve learned to live without my mom being here on earth. I still feel her presence and think of her often. There are days that I think about calling her, but suddenly remember she is no longer here.
There are some verses in the book of Luke that reference our time of death. Luke 13:24-25 tells us that we should “make every effort to enter through the narrow door, because many, I tell you, will try to enter and will not be able to. Once the owner of the house gets up and closes the door, you will stand outside knocking and pleading, ‘Sir, open the door for us.'”
When it is my time to die, I want Jesus to let me in. I want to be united with Him and all those I’ve known on earth. Losing my mother last July and then going through cancer myself always brings my own mortality to the front of my mind. I want to be part of that big feast that is referred to in Luke 13:28-29. I want to meet those who have gone before me and spend eternity with Christ and with them.
“Enter through the narrow gate. For wide is the gate and broad is the road that leads to destruction, and many enter through it. But small is the gate and narrow the road that leads to life, and only a few find it.”