"Around a large campfire late one autumn evening, Jesus comforted his disciples by speaking to them of a heavenly realm that far surpasses the beauty of anything on earth. He spoke of a place that never grows dark or cold, a vast city that is filled with beautiful mansions, with streets of gold, and with unending expanses of green and fertile land--a place of perpetual peace and fulfillment.

Jesus spoke of this kingdom late into the night, painting pictures of heaven until the fire began to turn to ash and a chill filled the air. One by one, each of his disciples drifted off to sleep with the images of heavenly treasure and luxurious mansions feeding their dreams.

In the end only Jesus and a poor, unknown, and uneducated disciple were left, each one lost in thought, watching as the last cinders of the fire began to die.

After some time had passed, this solitary disciple looked over to Jesus and spoke

'I was wondering about something,' he said.
'Yes, my friend,' Jesus replied.
'Well, there are so many people who follow you now that I can't help worrying that someone like me, an old, uneducated sinner, may get overlooked amidst all the great thinkers, politicians, preachers, and radicals who are being attracted to you and your message.'

Then he turned his face away and continued, 'I've never been in a mansion; in fact, I have never even seen one. So, I don't care too much if I miss out on all that. But tell me, will there be room enough for me when I die--will there be somewhere for me to stay in this kingdom of which you speak?'

Jesus looked at the man with compassion. 'Don't worry,' he whispered, in a tone that could barely be heard over the distant contented noises of the sleeping crowd. 'Tucked away in a tiny corner of heaven, away from all the grand mansions and streets of gold, there is a cramped little stable. It doesn't look like much inside or out, but on a clear night you can see the stars shine bright amidst the cracks, and you can feel the warm breeze caress your skin. In this kingdom, that is where I live, and you would be welcome to live there with me.'"

-Peter Rollins




Live Relentlessly,
Peace
Remoy
Remoy Philip