One day my three-year-old son, Steven, asked me, "Mommy, how do we get to heaven?" Breathing a quick prayer for wisdom, I began with a question.
"Steven, do you know the way to Grandpa's house?" He shook his head.
"How do you get there, Steven, if you don't know the way?"
"Daddy takes us, Mommy. Daddy knows the way to Grandpa's house because it's his daddy's house. He's going home."
"We don't have to know the way to heaven, either, Honey, because Jesus takes us there. Jesus knows the way to heaven because it's his Father's house and he's taking us home. We just trust in Jesus."
"Yes," Steven said, looking up into the sky, "but I was hoping he used an escalator!"
"Steven, do you know the way to Grandpa's house?" He shook his head.
"How do you get there, Steven, if you don't know the way?"
"Daddy takes us, Mommy. Daddy knows the way to Grandpa's house because it's his daddy's house. He's going home."
"We don't have to know the way to heaven, either, Honey, because Jesus takes us there. Jesus knows the way to heaven because it's his Father's house and he's taking us home. We just trust in Jesus."
"Yes," Steven said, looking up into the sky, "but I was hoping he used an escalator!"
