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Life Goal #1

I can just see it right now.  Little me, standing at the gates of heaven.  Knowing me, I will be setting up the perfect camera angle and metering the lighting of the gates to officially record the completion of Life Goal #1 (yes, people, they don’t go in order): Be a life-long follower of Jesus.  Or, my lengthy list of life goals might just melt in a puddle at my feet with all that celestial glory.  Probably the latter.    

I have always been a goal-oriented individual, hence my ever-growing list of two hundred and seventy-one life goals.  It gives me focus, direction, and dreams...lots of dreams.  So, in anticipation of that day when time stops and all the universe bows down and I find myself drawing a complete blank, I penned a little note to hand to Jesus at the gate.  It will probably end up replacing my camera.  

This will be my answer, when He asks why He should let me in:

 My Lord, you should not, for there is no reason to.  
I am a sinner and I am not even worthy to be in your presence at this very moment.  
But, by some unfathomable reason, you reached out a hand to me that pardons my failure and filth and reaches around me in an embrace of unconditional love.  
With your strength, I grasped that hand, and have spent a lifetime searching out the merciful and omnipotent God behind the hand.  
I am here today because of your grace, which has called me your child.  
As your child, I want nothing more than to run through the gates of heaven, straight into your arms, because there is no one whom I love more.  

Oh, and I’m pretty sure that those pearly gates are going to be created out of the reflection of glistening snow-capped mountain peaks…but, that's just me.  :)


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