I ONCE heard of a very little girl who set off to walk to heaven’s door.
She thought the door to some large vaults in the cemetery was heaven’s door, and she toiled on till she reached the place.
Then she knocked and knocked; but no answer came.
She thought that heaven must be on the other side of the door, because many people who died were taken there.
Little Katie was disappointed when no one answered her. She waited and waited, and knocked till her little hand ached; and then she turned wearily homewards, thinking the angels were too busy to hear her.
A loving friend was able to tell her of the true Door to heaven, and to direct her to Him who said,
“I am the Door,” and who also said, “Him that cometh to Me, I will in no wise cast out.”
These are the words of the Lord Jesus Christ, who was dead, and is alive again for evermore in heavenly glory. Have you come to Him yet?
What is heaven like, that little Katie so desired entrance? It is a place of greater delight and blessedness than human mind can possibly imagine. There will be no trace of sin or of its effects; there will be no night, no need of the sun or of the moon, for
But better than the place is the Person who is there, the Lamb, the blessed Lord Jesus. We enjoy the comforts of home on earth, but unless our parents are there, home is a sad place. So it would be with heaven: it is not the glory which so attracts our hearts as it is Jesus who loved us and gave Himself for us.
ML 08/27/1933