We used to sing a children’s song called My Father’s House, “Come and go with me to my Father’s house, where there’s joy, joy, joy. ” and of course, Jesus is the way to my Father’s house. I’ve been singing with children off and on since I was seventeen. And of course, there were always Christmas songs, we went from What a Mighty God Serve right on through to O Holy Night.
I did a little rewriting on this post for Christmas. A lot of people attend church only on the holidays, but even if you are a Sunday regular, he desires His house to be your house. A place of worship, not the proverbial den of thieves Jesus spoke of. Our hearts and homes should reflect our Father’s love. How sad, at Christmas or any other time that our Heavenly Father’s love is not always felt in the homes of believers.
I was thinking of the song about over the river and through the woods, if the horse knows the way, shouldn’t we? Or are we back to james and having a bridle and bit. Even if you fill you home with gifts and cheer once a year and it isempty an hollow with arguments and strife the rest of the time, what does that say about how we are receiving God’s love.
We, as human beings project our earthly fathers onto God. Sometimes we await the punishment or shaming. Or we expect Him to not keep His words, we just don’t measure up or fit in. We can’t live up to His standards or what He wanted for us. He just doesn’t love us like so and so. God is not like that. Though He despises foolishness and sin, He gave us His Son, what kind of love is that. If that is not good enough for you, there is nothing else. And no we didn’t deserve it, and are not worthy, on Jesus makes us so. He even prayed for God to love us as much as Him, an I know He was crucified,, but we were with Him, and our new life is in HIm.
We really should be teaching little ones about a heavenly Father, who loves them. So many children are fatherless or worse have too many who are not fathers, but ” uncles ” or boyfriends who come and go. In many instances, even the past some have had a real family member step in, and sometimes it is the mother taking the role of both father and mother. But with His help she can do it.
And so often we as believers and adults forget that we too, are His children. He expects us to share and be able to follow directions, not have a tantrum and be yelling ” mine “. He really does see us as His children, John refers to believers many times in that vernacular.
He both loves and disciplines children, but expects them to be on their best behavior and not just at church, We are to have childlike faith, know what we ask, He will do. But we should also be grown up and mature enough to wait for His timing. We need to tell children about their Father in heaven who gave us the gift of His Son Jesus. Ask them what they think Christmas at the Father’s house would look like.
Teach them about love, joy and peace, the fruits of the Spirit. Even giving a tangible gift of fruit to help. They need to know about presence not just presents. I recently explained that getting gifts is not just wishing and circling a catalogue that and Santa decides. I mentioned the naughty list and also said what about Jesus? He heard that commotion last night.
Jesus promised in John 14 that when He went away, He was going to prepare a place for us. Heaven must have already been filled with homes awaiting those He brought from Paradise. He went to oversee building more for those who would become heirs of salvation. I once wrote my own idea of heaven at Christmas, what a glorious event it must be.
I once read a book of a woman who had visions of heaven as she was in and out of a coma, she survived, and later wrote about seeing wonderful buildings and glass floors with inlaid roses. I would like that. She even remembered a dog she saw there, it had died saving a child. Now, I am careful about what I read and believe, but I am open minded as long as it lines with His Word. Jesus, is the only way to the Father.
You may learn from many areas, try different religions, but ultimately, He is the way and truth and life. No one gets to the Father but by Him. We have access through Him, His very flesh rent like the veil in the temple, the only one worthy to open the book of life.
Heaven will be full of joys unspeakable and full of glory, for this book also spoke of many people going in and out of places. It was if heaven was on a barter system with no money, you could trade with others like in a marketplace. There were no hospitals, and I think there would be schools and libraries, because a lot of us still have much to learn.
I have heard of others dreaming of seeing grandparents on porches, if that’s what you want you can have a quiet country home. I would suppose you could have an apartment high rise. The English cottage or manor house, a palatial estate like Old Hollywood. There are endless possibilities with God.
The light of the Son will make night obsolete, but I believe there will still be rest. And I believe that it’s something we need to be enjoying now in order to enjoy heaven. Hebrews 4 talks about rest, those who wandered in the desert did not enter it. So today if you don’t know about the Father who gave His Son for you, come and go with me to my Father’s house, where there is joy. Just believe that He gave His Son Jesus to die for you and believe He is Lord and was raised from the dead, believe in His name and be saved.
And if you are a believer but are heavy laden and weary, He would give you rest. He wants you to receive rest and be ready to enjoy heaven. You will learn about God the Father, and His gift of Jesus, as you are taught and led by the Holy Spirit. All three are God, the Holy Trinity. We as children should learn this as should real children, by being quiet and still they too can rest in Him and you can rest as well, a little music never hurts.
Being still and silent will draw you to His side, and prayer and faith will open your heart to get to know Him, God the Father loves you. He wants you to know that. You can come to Him anytime from anywhere in the world. He will deck the halls of heaven and hark the herald angels will sing. And I invite you to come and go with me to my Father’s house, where there is joy, joy, joy. Rebecca Jones / pexels