I Live in the Big House
- Owyn Kiley
- 2 days ago
- 2 min read
I live in the big house on the hill, it’s the one that JESUS owns.
I have shared this thought many times during Sunday mornings. As an unbeliever I would pass by this big house; there was always a celebration going on inside. When I passed this way at night, the lights were always on, and I could hear the joy filled festivities. I desperately wanted to be a part of the celebration going on inside.
Then one day I met Jesus personally and I was introduced to His Father. When I stepped over the threshold of that great house, I was handed an envelope. Inside was a key to the house and a legal looking document. It was my adoption papers, signed by God Himself. I have never once looked back; I know that I am a true son of my Father God.
From the time I got a key to the big house, I have been on a pilgrimage. Imagine that I am traveling by train, my attention is riveted by the ever changing landscape. I am captivated by beautiful mountains and rolling hills; sweeping fields of grain catch my breath. At other times the quietness of barren and dry desert terrain arrests my attention.
There were times I doubted if I would make it to my final destination, but now I know that when the time comes, I will join Jesus. There were moments of intense trials and suffering, other moments I felt like I was already tasting a little bit of heaven on earth. As wonderful as l have envisioned the destination, it is the journey that has prepared and fully equipped me to enter God’s Celestial City. The day will arrive when I say, “My journey is finally over.“
Inside the gates, the rise and fall of HOLY! HOLY! HOLY! is majestic. The chorus of a myriad of voices fills the heavens with music unspeakable. JOY surpassing anything I have ever experienced on earth floods my heart and mind.
THEN I SEE JESUS!
~ Pastor Mike





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