John 17:20-26 · Jesus Prays for All Believers
The Blessed Promise
John 17:20-26
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by King Duncan
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A few years ago, authors Bruce Bickel and Stan Jantz drove more than 10,000 miles across the United States. All along the way they interviewed people about the meaning of life.  They said that in their travels they may have discovered the most emotionally significant piece of real estate in the country.  It is the few square feet right outside the gate of each airport terminal.  On this patch of carpeted flooring, people greet loved ones who have just flown in.  The excitement builds as they search the crowds, looking for that one face they’ve been missing.  Bickel and Jantz write, “If you ever want a glimpse of true joy, go hang out at the airport . . . You’ll see the celebration of a lifetime.  And don’t be surprised if you hear a comment like, ‘I can’t believe you’ve been gone a whole week.’  You see, the sense of joy isn’t determined by how long you’ve been apart.  It’s all about getting back together.” (1)  

A little girl, age 5, asked her Mom, “Mom, when you die and go to heaven, every time you hear Gabriel blow his horn, are you going to look to see if it is me coming?”

Last week we alluded to the mining accident in Sago, WV last year in which twelve miners died. One of the miners who died, Martin Toler, Jr., wrote a note in his last hours: “Tell all I’ll see them on the other side.”

Let’s talk for a few minutes about heaven. The modern church probably does not address the subject of heaven often enough. In fact, there are probably more jokes about heaven than sermons.

Ruth Sturdivant says that when her nine-year-old granddaughter addressed a letter to God at the Pearly Gates, Heaven, it was returned. 

Someone at the postal service had written across the envelope: “Nobody at the post office is headed that way.  Sorry!” (2)

St. Peter is very busy in heaven, so he leaves a sign by the Pearly Gates: “For Service, Ring Bell.” Away he goes; he barely gets started when BING! the bell rings. He goes to the gates, no one’s there.

He goes back to work when suddenly BING! the bell rings again. He rushes back to the gates, but, again, no one’s there. A little annoyed, St. Peter goes back to work.

Suddenly, BING! the bell rings again. St. Peter goes back; again, no one’s there. “Okay, that’s it,” St. Peter says. “I’m going to hide and watch to see what’s going on.” So St. Peter hides, and a moment later, a little old man walks up and rings the bell.

St. Peter jumps out and yells, “Aha! Are you the guy who keeps ringing the bell?”  "Yes, that’s me,” the little old man says.

 “Well, why do you keep ringing the bell and going away?” St. Peter asks.

The man replies, “They keep resuscitating me.” (3)

And, of course, there is that little poem:

I was shocked, confused, bewildered as I entered Heaven’s door, Not by the beauty of it all, by the lights or its decor. But it was the folks in Heaven who made me sputter and gasp-- the thieves, the liars, the sinners, the alcoholics, the trash. There stood the kid from seventh grade who swiped my lunch money twice. Next to him was my old neighbor who never said anything nice. Herb, who I always thought was rotting away in Hell, was sitting pretty on cloud nine, looking incredibly well. I nudged Jesus, “What’s the deal? I would love to hear Your take. How’d all these sinners get up here? God must’ve made a mistake. And why’s everyone so quiet, so somber? Give me a clue.”“Hush, child,” said He. “They’re all in shock.  No one thought they’d see you.” (4)

Here’s an interesting item for you to think about. Investor’s Business Daily reports a new study from Future Lab, a think tank in London. According to this study, more people are requesting they be buried with their cell phone. The trend began in South Africa, spread to Australia, and is now moving into Europe. The U.S. is next.

The article doesn’t say whether people are afraid of being buried alive, or if somehow they think they will be able to make calls from within heaven’s gates.

Sometime back Newsweek magazine published a cover story about heaven. According to their research 76 percent of Americans believe in heaven. However, among those who believe there is much disagreement over what heaven’s like. Nineteen percent think heaven looks like a garden, 13 percent say it looks like a city, and 17 percent don’t know.  Seventy-five percent of Americans believe that their actions on earth determine whether they’ll go to heaven. Most people think that if they’re good, they’ll get in. (5)

Interesting study. What do you believe about heaven? There is no wrong answer, at least none that can be given with any authority. The pictures we are given of heaven in scripture and in literature are quite obviously symbolic. Streets of gold? Pearly gates? Probably not. These are attempts to describe the indescribable. The human brain is not capable of grasping the idea of a spiritual realm or even of eternity. These are truly beyond our understanding. All we can do is use a simile, an analogy, a metaphor. “Heaven is like that little patch of carpet where people waiting in an airline terminal are reunited with their loved ones.” Anything more is just speculation.

And yet we need to think about heaven from time to time.

Let me tell you about a man named Arthur Malcolm Stace. Stace, an Australian, died a few years back. He was affectionately known in Australia as “Mr. Eternity.”

Stace was an alcoholic, a homeless man, who, before reaching middle age, was converted through a rescue mission and later himself became a street-corner evangelist.

Shortly after his conversion, he heard a sermon titled “Echoes of Eternity.” He was so captivated by the importance of the word “eternity” that he began using his free time to spread the one-word message across his hometown of Sidney. “Eternity went ringing through my brain,” he once said. “Even though I could scarcely write my own name, I felt the divine urge to write this word.”

So, fifty times a day for over thirty years, he wrote “eternity” on the sidewalks of Sidney, usually in the early morning, with white chalk and with faultless script. When he passed away, the Sidney morning newspaper carried a story of this unusual man who had chalked “eternity” over half a million times on the city streets of that metropolis. (6)

Arthur Malcolm Stace was perhaps a bit obsessive, but you and I have probably gone in the opposite direction. We rarely think about eternity. If previous generations put too much emphasis on what cynics call pie-in-the-sky-by-and-by, we have erred on the other side. Note our readings for the day.  In John 17:24 Jesus prays,  “Father, I want those you have given me to be with me where I am, and to see my glory, the glory you have given me because you loved me before the creation of the world.” And in Revelation 22:14 we read, “Blessed are those who wash their robes, that they may have the right to the tree of life and may go through the gates into the city.”

Heaven is real. That’s the first thing we need to see. It’s not wishful thinking. Heaven is real. Life does not make sense otherwise.

A woman named Dee Dee Risher once made a beautiful analogy concerning life beyond the grave. It concerned the birth of her first child. She writes, “The morning my son Luke was born, I held his tiny body and considered the journey he had taken in the last twenty-four hours. I tried to imagine that change as he experienced it--the inexorable pressure of muscles pushing him into some strange and completely unknown passage, his body at the mercy of larger forces bearing down on him.

“Overnight, his body and world were radically altered. He now must breathe air, not water. He has to use his mouth for nourishment, no longer relying on a connection to my body. In his sleep, he flails his hands through the air, startled not to hit the solid, comforting wall of my body. After living only in warm darkness, he experiences light, coolness, and the touch of other skin on his own. Nothing can prepare him for this new life which must be, quite simply, unimaginable.

“Had there been a companion watching my child’s journey from the womb side, he would certainly have seen that process as death, not life. Only when viewed from this side do we recognize and name it as birth.

“The transformation my son has experienced can only be matched by that other great passage in our lives--our death. Death must be this same complete, unimaginable change of physical state . . .

“We see death from this side--and it is terrifying. But our faith allows us to claim the promise: What appears to be death is a portal to a life transformed.” (7)

That makes sense, doesn’t it? Life beyond the tomb is no greater mystery than life beyond the womb.  It’s all a mystery. And surely God’s justice as well as His love demands it. If this world is all there is, then God owes an apology to those who have suffered greatly in this world. The only thing that makes their suffering bearable is that on the other side there is no suffering, no heartache, no tears--only eternal peace and joy. Heaven is real.

And heaven is a gift.  As Mark Twain once put it, “Heaven goes by favor; if it went by merit, you would stay out and your dog would go in.”  The scriptures are very clear on this. No one has earned the right to dwell for eternity with God. “All have sinned and fallen short of his glory.” Heaven does not depend upon our merit but upon God’s love and God’s grace. God loves us and because God loves us, God makes it possible for us to enjoy Him forever.

There’s a book titled In A Dark Wood: Journeys of Faith and Doubt. In this book  a man has a dream that he is dead and watching himself.  He sees himself going to the foot of a mountain where he is lifted up.  He knows he is going to his judgment and he is afraid.  He imagines a cloud of witnesses awaiting him and he thinks, “This is it, I’m going to be judged. They’re all [going] . . .  to be there and they’re going to see everything that I’ve done.”  But when he arrives there is just Jesus.  Jesus looks like a monk with a cowl over his head, but there is a light behind him so the man can’t see his face.  And all Jesus does is give him a huge hug.  Jesus says, “You silly man, why are you so worried? Did you think I didn’t love you?  I do love you. Nothing matters . . . you’ll do [just] as you are.”  The man wakes up and nothing bothers him the way it used to. The dream takes him back to the way he saw God in his early years, talking to the holy God as a friend.  He is aware of God’s greatness, for sure, but he’s not afraid of God any more. (8)

Heaven is not about us. It’s all about God and what God has done for us. Hopefully we will live lives of loving service to our neighbors and to our world as a sign of our gratitude, but it is God who has redeemed us and not we ourselves. Heaven is real. Heaven is a gift.

And finally, heaven emboldens us to live purposeful lives here and now.

A secular author, Eugene O’Neill, brought that truth into sharp focus in a play he wrote years ago titled, Lazarus Laughed. You remember the story of Lazarus in the scriptures. He was the brother of Mary and Martha. And what we remember most about him is that Jesus raised him from the dead.

In O’Neill’s play Lazarus makes his way back to his house.  The whole village is awe-struck. Someone asks the question you or I would ask, “Lazarus, tell us what it’s like to die. What lies on the other side of this boundary that none of us has crossed?” And Lazarus laughs and says, “There is no death, really. There is only life. There is only God. There is only incredible joy. Death is not the way it appears from this side. Death is not an abyss into which we go into chaos. It is, rather, a portal through which we move into everlasting growth and everlasting life . . . The grave is as empty as a doorway is empty. It is a portal through which we move into greater and finer life. Therefore, there is nothing to fear. Our great agenda is to learn to accept, to learn to trust. We are put here to learn to love more fully. There is only life. There is no death.” And Lazarus’ begins to laugh. His laughter begins to fill the whole house.

Soon  Lazarus goes back to his daily tasks. But something has changed. He is no longer the anxious, fearful person he had once been. The house where he lives becomes  known as the “House of Laughter,” and night after night, you can hear singing and dancing. And this message that there is nothing to fear begins to spread throughout the whole village. The quality of work in his home village of Bethany rises. People begin to live more humanely. Joy settles over the whole community. Someone had come back from the dead saying there was finally nothing to fear. (9)

Nothing to fear. That is where we are today. Nothing to fear. How liberating that is. We can live bold, triumphant, purpose-filled lives. We can live in anticipation of that day when we too shall pass through the portal that leads to eternal life. In the meantime, we can seek to love as Christ loved us. How much did he love us?  So much that he asked his Father that we might be where he is and enjoy his glory forever.


1. Bruce Bickel and Stan Jantz, Stories We Heard About Joy (Nashville: Countryman, 2001), pp. 43-46.

2. Reader’s Digest, Dec., 1998, p. 60.

3. http://pastorjon.typepad.com/pastor_jon_weblog/illustrations/index.html.

4. From the Internet. Source unknown.

5. August 12, 2002. Cited in PreachingNow Newsletter, http://www.preaching.com/.

6. Echoes of Eternity, Dennis Kastens, CSS Publishing Co. Cited by Dick Innes, http://www.actsweb.org/subscribe.htm.

7.  “The Other Side,” Nov-Dec 1999, Vol. 35, No. 6. Dr. Lyle E. McKee, http://stlconline.org/sermons/20050220.html.

8. Linda Jones and Sophie Stanes (Augsburg Fortress Publishers, 2003). Cited by Joan Dennehy, http://www.olypen.com/rose/Findlay/services2005/sermon2005-0109.htm.

9. Adapted from a sermon by Dr. John Claypool, 30 Good Minutes, Chicago Sunday Eve. Club, http://www.csec.org/csec/sermon/claypool_4024.htm.    

Dynamic Preaching, 2007 Second Quarter Sermons, by King Duncan