That’s easy! My body is just the house my spirit lives in. My spirit is the real me. All I have to do when I’ve been on this earth long enough to be satisfied, and I’ve finished everything God wants me to do, is leave this physical house.
When my spirit leaves, my body will die. Then they’ll dress it up and put makeup on it and everybody will look at it and say, “Oh, doesn’t she look natural.” But really, I won’t be there at all. I’ll be in heaven enjoying myself with Jesus!
Actually, I’m hoping the Rapture will take place before then because I really want to be a part of the catching away of the Church. I think it would be so exciting! I always envision it happening in the middle of the night. I picture people all over the world hearing a great noise like people did on the day of Pentecost in Acts 2. “What was that?” they’ll say. “Was it a storm?” Then they’ll get up the next morning to find that the nicest people they know, all the people who are good and full of love, are gone.
Wow! Won’t that be something? I’m ready for it anytime! But if Jesus tarries and I die before He comes, I’m still going up. An angel will come get me and off we’ll go. I’ll be thrilled about it, too, because “to be absent from the body...[is] to be present with the Lord” (2 Corinthians 5:8). So I don’t have anything to fear in death.
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