I Just Want To Go To Heaven
“For your husband is your Maker – His name is Yahweh of Hosts – and the Holy One of Israel is your Redeemer; He is called the God of all the earth.” – Isaiah 54:5
When I was growing up, I was fascinated with the idea of one fully dedicating themselves to the service of the Lord – over family, careers, and any other pursuits. I didn’t know much then about many of the world’s religions that do not submit to the God of the Bible as having Supreme authority. But I thought (and still think) that nuns and monks do an admirable thing by taking the vows and living the way that they do.
Even though I may disagree with someone’s or a group of people’s beliefs or teachings, I still respect all people. Since I believe in God and His Word wholeheartedly, I tell other people about Him and the gospel of Jesus Christ. That’s what I’m commanded to do. I have many family members and dear friends who do not hold the same beliefs as I do, and I love them no less, nor do I treat them any differently than I would or do someone who does. That’s the beauty of respect.
I don’t want to be a nun or a monk. What I want, more than anything, is to go to heaven. Whatever it takes to get me there, I’m going. I’ve given some serious thought to this, and my mind is made-up. I am going to live my life in the way that Paul encouraged the unmarried in 1 Corinthians 7 to do: remain unmarried and focus on the things of God (v. 8, 32).
Specifically, he said, “I want you to be without concerns. An unmarried man is concerned about the things of the Lord – how he may please the Lord. But a married man is concerned about the things of the world – how he may please his wife – and he is divided. An unmarried woman or virgin is concerned about the things of the Lord, so that she may be holy both in body and in spirit. But a married woman is concerned about the things of the world – how she may please her husband. Now, I am saying this for your own benefit, not to put a restraint on you, but because of what is proper, and so that you may be devoted to the Lord without distraction” (1 Corinthians 7:32-35).
To me, that’s all a husband or anyone who might try to court me would be. I don’t want anything or anybody to distract me from getting to heaven. I can’t have anything in my way. There’s too much at stake to lose. So I choose not to date and not to marry. God is my husband. And given that the church is the bride of Christ, I have been promised in marriage to one husband (2 Corinthians 11:2). And, the simple fact of the matter is: no man could ever fill the shoes of Jesus. John said that he was not even worthy to take of His sandals (Matthew 3:11). His love for me is matchless. He is the greatest love of my life. And my heart is forever His.
So I remember that when a coworker at one of my jobs (who is clueless about this choice of mine) keeps trying hard to get me to see that he’s interested in me, and; when the former deputy sheriff at my other job (who seems to be a genuine person) without flattery admires my beauty and gets flustered at having to talk to me about work stuff, and; when the 20-year old ((I assume he’s around that age; however old he is, he’d be considered a boy by most in relation to my age) who makes my salad or wrap at the deli that I frequent) chats with me about the Bible and tries to get me to contact him. I remember where my allegiance is. I remember the One for Whom I am set apart to be holy. What two of those guys also don’t know (well, I guess the other one doesn’t either, since I haven’t said it) is that I don’t date people with whom I work. I believe it’s bad practice, and have always held to that principle. Besides that, at one of my jobs, it’s against policy for anyone who works under the umbrella of headquarters to date anyone throughout the agency, across the whole state. But those reasons are all secondary.
I wish I had a sign or something to tell guys, “Don’t even bother,” or “Any of your efforts are futile,” or “Married to God – Off Limits.” I think I’ll get some t-shirts made, put it on the pockets of my blouses, or make buttons. I really have no desire for anyone but Jesus. I just want to be as near to the heart of God as I can be. Many guys are probably pretending to be something they are not just to get my attention anyway, or they have ungodly motives. Even if that’s not the case, I don’t have the time, energy, or care to figure-it-out. And I especially don’t have time for anyone who walks behind me making catcalls or calls out to me in some disrespectful way. That’s the wrong way to try to get my attention, if ever there was the chance anyway (and there isn’t). I’m a lady.
And each and every day, I’m presenting myself to the Lord – body, mind, and soul – as a living sacrifice, holy and pleasing to God, not conforming to this world, but being transformed by renewing the way that I think (Romans 12:1-2). I know that it’s contrary to what most people believe. Family that I’ve told say that I’m still young and that my whole life is ahead of me. The only thing that I see ahead of me is the cross. Jesus said that not everyone can make this choice (Matthew 19:10-12). He did it. I want to be like my Lord. And, most of all, I just really want to go to heaven.