Donald Trump, You Will Not Have My Vote

Politics is scary and it’s rare for me to be in this position. I tend to not be too vocal about my political views. However, this election is different.

At first I thought it was a joke. Donald Trump running for president? What kind of popularity/media antic was this? Surely no one would ever think of taking this guy seriously? After all, his off color tweets, crazy media rants, financial woes, etc more than show his inability to lead a country. Anybody can see that…but boy was I wrong.

As I sit here and write, Trump has won the South Carolina Primary by an overwhelming 32.5%. He’s also won New Hampshire and Nevada. What I previously thought was laughable, has now become a source of concern. This is a candidate that wants people like me out of this country.  This is a candidate that hesitates to denounce a confirmed white supremist activist. This is a candidate that belittles women and minorities. And that’s not even the worst part…not by a long shot.

What saddens me even more is to see the evangelical group seemingly in full support of this man. What I once hoped was a cynical view of religious people has now be proven to be a correct view after all. The church does not care about the world, people, caring for the sick, the poor, the needy.  They don’t care about preaching the gospel, following Christ…none of that.  The church has become a lip service, a figure head of something that is nice and that every good person should try to do. But when it comes to standing up against injustice and those who practice it, nah, that’s too fanatical.

Donald Trump (among many things) has advocated against the poor, the needy, the hard working. He also dares to claim to be a Christian, a follower of Christ, who according to his own words is not in need of forgiveness.  Wait…what? Isn’t that the whole point? That we are sinners and need forgiveness?

I’ve been told by some of my friends that they rather vote for him than “a socialist” or God forbid, someone like Hilary Clinton.  But is Fascism better than Socialism? In order to not vote for a socialist, you rather vote for a fascist?

I cannot be silent anymore. This man, Donald Trump, is not someone a Christian should be voting for. He reflects everything Christ has denounced! His actions are prideful, arrogant, rapacious, reckless, and so much more.  Scripture tells us that a wise man rules over his tongue and is slow to anger but Donald Trump has shown otherwise. How can a person rule a nation and yet fail to rule himself?

As I sit in and pray, I can’t in good faith say that I am voting for someone who is godly, honorable, and righteous. Of course, you could argue that no politician is like this. I might even agree with you.  However, if there was ever a display of a lack of decency, morality, conviction, wisdom, compassion, mercy, truth, and anything that is Godly, is here and now in Donald Trump.

I may not know exactly who will have my vote…but I do know exactly who won’t. And that person is emphatically, without question, and certain with every single fiber of my being, Donald Trump.



Less arguing, More Jesus!

Jesus-weepsAs I turn on the news and go through my social media outlets, I am confronted with a blaring and disheartening observation: The world has seemingly turned its back on anything associated with religion (with a particular interest to anything that resembles Christianity).  But as sad is this scenario may be this is not what I consider disheartening.

When I see the response of “Christians” to the dilemma at hand, I am blown away by their adamant stance against leftist political leaders; the right to their expression of beliefs; the act of abortion; gay marriage (gay anything); health care; their vocal accusations of religious intolerance , the teachings of evolution in schools, and so on.  All of these things come across loud and clear from the lips of Christians.  But you know what I am not hearing from these same mouths? The Gospel.

There is one thing and one thing only that Christians should be so adamant about, and that is the Gospel. God’s glorious work (so glorious) of humbling Himself to die on a cross, to pay for the sins of many in order to make salvation possible.  This is not being preached, illustrated, or spread.  All I hear from religious people are cantankerous ramblings of the ills of society. Of course there is always the exception to the apparent norm (and for these I am grateful).

But let’s reason for a moment.  In the scriptures, we don’t see these zealous accusations from our Lord and savior, nor do we see them from his apostles.  Rather, we see a furious zeal for the spreading of the Gospel; the Kingdom of God and the Good news of a risen savior.  In fact, when the issue of “righteousness” or adherence to the law was brought up against the gentiles, Paul pointed them to freedom in Christ rather than a flurry of “don’t do this and don’t do that”(pretty much the whole book of 1 Corinthians).  So the argument that I keep hearing is “so are you saying that Christians can sin and live a godless life and is still ok?”.  Those who possess the Holy Spirit will know the foolishness of this argument, for those who have the Holy Spirit are compelled towards righteousness.  This is a Law, there is no mistake in this. If you claim to be a Christian, filled with the Spirit and have no desire towards righteousness; sorry to break to you but you don’t have the Holy Spirit (i.e. you’re not a Christian).

Sadly, it is this same truth that “Christians” miss.  God did not send us out into the world to convict it of sin.  HE does that.  He sent us out into the world to show them where and who to turn to WHEN they are convicted.  He sent us to tell them about Him.

Do they sin? Absolutely, but what do you expect? Would you expect an elephant to climb a tree? Or a snake to fly across the skies? Sinners act according to their nature, you can’t expect anything else.  Moreover, the battle for righteousness or conviction is not waged by us, is waged by God.  It is Him who begins the work of conviction.  As a youth pastor friend of mine once said, “If someone can convince your mind of something, someone else can convince your mind of something else”.  Meaning, we are not the ones who should be doing the convincing here.  But if the spirit has truly taken a hold of you, there is no need for “convincing”, the spirit will guide.

Do you not see this; those of you who are so loud to testify against these petty things?  It’s as if you are wasting your time plucking the leaves of an invasive weed without pulling it from the roots in hopes that this weed dies.  How foolish!  You must extract the weed from its roots in order for it to die and not spread.

The root issue in our world is the rejection of Christ.  That’s it.  It’s not gay marriage, it’s not Obama (I see what some of you say about him in your posts…but that’s a different blog), it’s not our health care, its’ not abortion, it’s not any of the above! It’s Jesus. Plain and simple.

Stop rolling around in the quagmire of futileness and pick up the banner of love.  Let people be drawn to the beauty of Christ and not to the reasoning (or lack of) of vain and unnecessary arguments. Does not Christ say, “If I be lifted up, I will draw all men unto me”?  Let’s start lifting HIM up, not ourselves, for scripture says “Knowledge puffeth up” but God, “resists the proud” and “Gives grace to the humble”.

Pick up the mantle of love.  Pick up the mantle of Christ.  Let’s lift his banner and see what HE does!


Juan Castillo


My Greyhound’s decision to be near me…Our decision to be near Him?


Or she could be outside, running around like she loves to do 🙂

My room door is open and so are all the other doors in my apartment (for the exception of the front door).  She has the freedom to go wherever she wants in this apartment.  She can go to the kitchen, living room, bathroom, patio, or the dining room.  Yet out of all of those rooms; out of all of those options, she chooses to lie down next to me.  She’s not talking, whining, barking, or doing anything specifically to get my attention; she’s just lying by my side.  She doesn’t have to.  She could very well lay in the living room where there’s more space, or lay in kitchen where there is food (or at least the smell of it), maybe even the bathroom (don’t know why anyone would want to lay down on the bathroom but hey, it’s an option).  She can do all of these, yet my greyhound chooses to lie by my side.

The truth is that’s all she needs to do.  The truth is that’s more than enough for me to know she loves me.  I won’t require her to sit obediently, though I guess I could.  I won’t require her to perform tricks or wonders.  I won’t even require her to lay a certain way.  No; just the fact that she is here, when she could be anywhere else is more than enough for me.

I am content knowing she is content.  I am happy knowing I bring her joy.  She is mine and I am hers.  She is my daughter and I am herTia nut2 dad.  Nothing she could ever do could ever change that; ever.

I understand this fact.  But I being evil can comprehend the shadow of love; the immutability of that which is true;  the fact that my Greyhound named Tia is perfect, no matter what she does or does not do; how much more the Father.  I am after all human.  But God is perfect.  If I being human can share an unchangeable love for my dog; how much more the Father’s love for His children?

My dog delights me with her very presence.  Could it be possible that our very presence delights the Lord?  Could our conscious decision to be near to God as opposed to anywhere else truly please Him?  To lie down in God’s room, as opposed to the world’s kitchen, living room, dining room, or even worse, bathroom.  Oh Lord, that I may be like my dog.  That my every breath become a declaration of the want to be near you.  That I may see your room with delight not a duty; and that I may enter it knowing that I am welcome to lie down and just enjoy You.

Song that is ministering to me right now: “So far to find you” by Casting Crowns

English: Casting Crowns performing in 2011 on ...

English: Casting Crowns performing in 2011 on the ‘Come to the Well’ Tour. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

God is a passionate God.  He showed this while He was in the flesh. He showed it through his death, he shows it through creation, and he shows it via His spirit.  It is His passionate love for us that compels Him to pursue us when we stray. It was His passionate love that compelled Him to be humiliated and executed on a cross.  This song ministers to me because indeed to reach me, God had to go far.  Even when I purposely ran away from him by turning away from anything that would remotely remind me of Him, He patiently prompted me, letting me know He was there, and letting me know He still cared.  And even now, when my stubborn pride leads me to choose my own way as opposed to God’s,  effectively choosing a path in His opposite direction.  He leaves the 99 to find the one, me.  And then, He rejoices! You would think He would whip out His godly belt and swap me a few good licks all the while saying “never (swap) do that (swap) again (swap swap swap).  But instead, He embraces me in His arms, and lets my tears run down.  In Him I find I can be


weak, and not fear his disproval.  And He reminds me daily that it was Him that pursued me, and it is Him that is with me, and it is Him who will never leave me.  Lol, I guess you can say, I can run, but I can’t hide.  And why would I want to? That’s like Hiding from a king of a powerful kingdom who is enamored with you and delights in letting you know that.  Uh, no or something?! Wohoo! Hello king, I am right here! Right here! I’m not good at hide and seek anyways, here, take me, and become my father! And guess what, with an invitation like that, there is no distance this king won’t travel to reach you because he’s already done it.


You were broken, abandoned
And crying all alone
We were waiting and praying
And longing to bring you home
And then we saw your face
In a moment you were wrapped up in our hearts
We took a step of faith
And now here we are

Will you let me hold you in my arms tonight
I have come so far to find you
So far to find you
Will you take my love and give up the fight
I have come so far to find you
So far to find you

From a world away, I journeyed
Just to hold your hand
You will never be alone again
I’ve come so far to find you
So far to find you

You were fighting and fearful
You were hiding your heart away
But I was trying so hard to show you
‘Cause there were no words that I could say
If you could see my heart
You would know that all I want to do
Is care for you

Here in your eyes I see
Reflections of myself
How I’m the child that’s really running
But I can hear a voice that’s whispering my name
Saying come to me, don’t run from me
I’m all you need and I am calling

From Heaven‘s throne
Down to a rugged cross I came
It was My love for you that brought Me all the way
So far to find you
So far to find you

You were broken, abandoned
And crying all alone


The Body of Christ (church) and Sheep


Sheep (Photo credit: Mark Taggart)

The body of Christ (the church) is so important.  I see this more and more to be true each day.  How can I ask someone who does not know Him to pray for me? What kind of power could they possibly tap into? But those who know the Lord, know His power.  The Lord is my Shepherd. But behold I am a sheep, far from cute and ridden with stupidity.  I need a God who is wise, strong, loving and gorgeous to lead me and if at times he has to break my legs only to carry me on his shoulders? Well then I guess that’s cool too.  Nevertheless a flock (the church) has the ability to intercede for me.  Especially when my lack of intelligence stubbornly refuses to hide.  The body can also help me stand by drawing near to me, to lend me their support, to nudge me with their noses. To let me know we all belong to the most awesome Shepherd in the world, and that He loves us.  We can trust Him. Where He leads we can follow and if I lose sight of Him, I can follow the sheep in front.  But make haste to keep my eyes on him lest the sheep in front also goes astray and I follow the sheep there.  We can all lie down in the pasture, for under His watch we are all safe.  Yes, we are safe from the destroyer.


The glory of You
who can grasp it?
Your matchless might a terror in the day
the night hides before You
anger that only You can hold 
is terrible and fearsome 
Your mouth speaks wonders into existence
Your eyes pierce through the very dimensions of our souls.
no might can tame You
no will break You
who can stand and proclaim themselves before You?
who can bear the glimpse of You
Your awe is beyond any comprehension here on earth
You move and the galaxies quake
stars are but mere toys in Your hands
apt and willing to bow to your will
the terror of Your might, awesome, glorious
destruction a mere thought away.
who can tame You Oh Lord.
But Lord You withhold yourself, 
for the sake of the ones You love
The Lion allows Himself to be killed by gnats
redeeming them and purchasing them with His blood.
Glorious is Your love for us Oh Lord.
Who can understand the marvel that is redemption, 
the awesome power of all buffeted by the insignificance of men
But You oh Lord, have valued us far above any rubies
far above any gold
Your blood Oh God is worth more than all creation and all the angels and all that is
this blood You lavish upon us
Great are you Oh God
Great are you and Greatly to be Praised!
Your kingdom live for ever!
Your Glory, marvelous and true.
Gracious and Merciful, God Omnipotent.
What words can describe the awesomeness of You!

Juan Castillo Jr.

What a prick!

Charming Your Chores: Scrub That Floor!

Charming Your Chores: Scrub That Floor! (Photo credit: queercatkitten)

Its been a long day today for her. So far she has cleaned the bathroom, cleaned the living room, moped the kitchen and fed the pets, she has made the beds, prepared the meals, vacuumed the house, cleaned the yard, weeded the garden, and finally at the end of the day she finally sits down to rest. Anxious for her husband to come in. Which he does.
He first comes into the house and races to the bathroom, his wife sits on the coaxh, sitll not a word from her husband. after the bathroom he takes of his muddy shoes and throws them on the carpet. (the freshly vacuumed carpet). he slips on some sandles and heads to the fridge while his wife waits on the couch, still no words from her husband. He opens the fridge and opens a beer. Now he walks towards his wife and opens his mouth and says “is the food ready?”.
What a prick! The wife has laboured all day for him and all he can say is “is the food ready?” However, dont we do that all the time with God. He wants to know us and yet we give him feeble 5 minute devotions, or quick pryaers of want. When do we actually sit down to marvel at how great God is for doing all that He does for more than just 5 minutes….He is not the Prick, WE are.

Juan Castillo Jr.

May it be (poem)

May it be, oh Lord, as you will
As you will, oh Lord, may it be.
Even though the fear of it still…
In the stillness, oh Lord may I see.

May it be to your Glory and Fame
For Famous and Glorious are Thou.
May I always so cherish your Name
and bless it, to spread It somehow.

May I suffer the loss of whats known
Let the knowledge of real be no more.
For the Stillness is calling me home
Yes the Stillness has set out His lure.

In this knowledge, oh Lord, may I be
May I be, unto Thee, more than me.
For if life has its earth and its sea,
May my calling to You, may it be.

Wrap Your arms, oh Lord, around me
Move me closer, oh Lord, unto Thee.
Calm the storm that is raging within
For your glory, oh God, may this end.

Lights will shine in their season, they’ll shine
They will shine but an end they will meet.
Life, may I follow you blind
May I follow you blind to the sea.

A wave crashes and fear takes its grip
The blue, dark waters, so deep.
For fear, an enemy is
But You, oh Lord, may You Be.

May the lilies dance til they fade
Dancing, singing, may birds fly away.
Walking to You, may I not see day
In Your presence may I always stay.

Let it be, oh my God, let it be
As You wish, Your delight is the key
to the heart that in twine has its beats
yet the battle at last knows defeat.

May the sunshine in Light slowly fade
In an instant my eyes on You stay.
May I awe in Your presence, may it be.
May I awe in Your presence, Lord to Thee.

Juan Castillo Jr.

The Sun Wouldn’t Rise (Story and the song) [reblog]

The following is a reblog of an amazing young man who is a song writer, singer, comedian, and just all around cool guy.  He has written an amazing blog that I wanted to share with my audience because I believe most of you guys will be able to really identify with him.  His blog really blessed, and I pray it does the same for you.  

In your service, 

Juan Castillo Jr.


This is the story behind my song “The Sun Wouldn’t Rise”. 

I wrote this song a few months ago while I was still job hunting. If you’ve never had the fun of job-hunting, I assure you it is one of the most annoying things you could possibly go through. Worse than a marathon of Olsen Twins movies.

Each day I would wake up and apply for jobs, go to interviews, networking events, etc. and each day I would get notified about some new rejection. Every “Thanks for applying, but…” email would continually remind me how bad I was at everything and how everyone was moving way faster in life than I was.

Now, for the first few weeks or so, it’s doable. You just turn on a Rocky movie, get pumped up, and remind yourself that good things take time and hard work. But going into your third year post-college and still being in the same spot you were when you started can really wear on your emotions and self esteem. Needless to say, every word that came out of my mouth was not an “Amen.” In fact, many of the words would probably upset a lot of you parents. I’m sorry, but it’s just the truth.

I could talk for a long time about those years and all the struggle I went through because there are so many stories from that time. And I know a lot of you probably have shared a conversation or two with me during that time and you know what I mean. But for the sake of this message, let’s just say that I was pretty low and every day was a day I had to fight through, with more than just the lack of a job coming against me.

So let’s flash back a little while before that now.

While I was in college I was heavily involved in FCA at the University of Florida. One of the best decisions of my life was getting into that community of amazing people. Even after I graduated, I stayed in Gainesville for two years, and FCA is the type of community that you will just always be a part of.

Unfortunately for FCA, a casual, fun trip that some of the students had gone on in Georgia ended up being the exact opposite. While doing a little cave diving, my friend (and the current president of FCA) Grant Lockenbach was tragically killed along with another member of the group whom I never had the privilege of meeting.

That’s the kind of thing that no one plans for or could ever be ready for. How could you be ready for something like that? It’s so sudden and so painful that it just cuts through you like a knife. One of those things where you just look up to God and stare clueless and helpless.

I went to the memorial service they had for the two boys the following evening or so. It was one of those times where everyone is hurting and angry even, but yet you feel some strange sort of peace just by being around people you love and knowing you had loved the same person. That’s the redeeming part of funerals.
We sang some worship songs led by the FCA band and spent some time in prayer. Then to my surprise, my friend Keri got up to speak. The reason this was a surprise to me is because she was Grant’s girlfriend at the time of the accident. She had literally just been with him the day before. I thought, “How the heck can she get up and share anything and it make sense right now? What could she possibly say? I would be way too angry at God to encourage the people of God.” But there she was, standing before the crowd and holding the microphone.

Keri shared a story and even all this time later I haven’t forgotten it. She said that on the Georgia trip her and Grant had gotten up early to try and go watch the sunrise. There’s nothing like seeing the sun come up while you’re in the mountains, and being from Florida, it’s not something we have the chance to see often.

She said that they had gotten up quite early and headed off to find a good spot. They headed out and found a good spot that the view would be amazing from and they waited for that breathtaking sunrise. And they waited. And they waited a little longer. After waiting for so long, they decided that they should just head back to the campsite, and that apparently the sun wasn’t going to show up that day.

As they were heading back, they slowly began to see some light shining behind them. Turning around, they realized that it was of course the sun. She said they felt pretty ridiculous. “How could we have thought that the actual sun was not going to rise that morning?!”

Sure enough the sun rose. And she went on to say that even though this time that they were all in was dark, and it seems like it’s been darker longer than it should be, the sun would indeed rise on it all. The glory of God would show up. The comfort and restoration promised to us by God would come around. The sun would rise.

I couldn’t get these thoughts out of my head one November evening as I knelt by my bed. I wish I could say I was kneeling out of faith, but I was on my knees in desperation. I had just gotten done yelling at God in my closet so the neighbors wouldn’t hear me screaming and think someone was being murdered. I’m not sure that’s what Jesus meant by “prayer closet” but it works for me. It was hard to worship God. It was hard to believe for something good to happen because for so long just absolutely nothing had worked. I remember literally praying for the “crumbs of the bread off the table,” I’d receive even just any little thing from God. I didn’t care. (Matthew 15:17)

But I felt the Lord keep reminding me of Keri’s testimony, and telling me that sun would rise on me. I couldn’t shake it and I felt a peace come over me that I can’t explain. You know how the Bible says that God will turn our mourning into dancing? Well, it’s true. I sat down on my bed and began to write this song.

This kind of Hope is what separates us from the rest of the world. The hope we have in darkness. We’d be delusional to try and act like things are always good when honestly they just suck. And I don’t think God expects us to wake up some mornings and just say, “I’m happy!” when we’re not. But what I’m finding more than ever is that the Word of God really is what it says it is. And in my weakness, he really is strong. I don’t get it, and I don’t like it, but there is a purpose for it. We may never find out until eternity, but there is a purpose. I don’t think God wastes any of our tears. And we have to believe that the sun will rise. That God’s promises are not just neat thoughts, but they are actually his unshakable, reliable word.

And so I started believing that. That God is going to come through, not because of any amount of works I could do, but simply because he loves me. And good things are in store, because he said they were.

And here I am ten months later and I can’t tell you how much has changed just in that amount of time. I don’t tell you this because I think it’s because I’m so smart and persistent; I tell you this because I’ve simply seen the grace and goodness of God in ways I can’t deny. You can call it what you want if you don’t believe and it doesn’t bother me, but with everything in me I believe that God does it all. I’m not talented enough to pull any of this stuff off.

I don’t know where you’re at or how dark things might seem for you right now. And I guess I don’t even want to phrase it “might seem,” things could be just straight dark. But just as sure as day comes, I am confident that things will not always be dark. And in your heart you have to ask yourself, “Who is more faithful? The sun, or the Creator of the sun?”

You can make it. You don’t have to give up. You don’t have to believe the thoughts in your head or what others may be telling you. Believe that he “is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine, according to his power that is at work within us.” (Ephesians 3:20)

I know I’m only in my 20s and I can only tell you what I know and what I believe, but I still believe that the sun is going to rise. Keep the faith.

Never seen a night like this one, and maybe I’m not right where I should be.
I’ve been looking under tables for the crumbs, that are falling from the bread of kings and queens.

Maybe you’ve grown tired of my prayers, or maybe you’re expecting more of me,
They told me that you’d always be there, but I never thought it’d be so hard to believe.

Don’t let me go, don’t close your eyes, don’t go away even when I say you should.
I know you know, I’ve told you lies, but my lies are facing up to The Truth.

Staring into the darkest of nights, how could we believe that the sun wouldn’t rise?
And what I can’t see is still in your sights, how could we believe that the sun wouldn’t rise?

Tight fist, and no one knows the pain, of what it means to lose what you’ve believed.
And I think you’ve got a lot to explain, but right now you’ve chosen not to speak.

But I know your voice- is more than words, it’s more than just what I could hear or read,
And I’ve made the choice- to put you first; so this must mean I’m right where I should be
And I know you’re here taking this with me.

Staring into the darkest of nights, how could we believe that the sun wouldn’t rise?
And what I can’t see is still in your sights, how could we believe that the sun wouldn’t rise?

And we will see, the dawn will rise in majesty,
And we will know, what all the pain and loss was for,
And when he comes, our tears will blow away like dust,
And I believe, that this Kingdom never lost its King,
I still believe.

And though right now I can’t see your ways,
Soon we will see face to face.

Staring into the darkest of nights, how could we believe that the sun wouldn’t rise?
And what I can’t see is still in your sights, I still believe that this sun will rise.

Heaven is….

As I was working out today, an interesting question popped into my head.  “Is heaven, heaven if God is not there?”  And it has stuck with me pretty much the whole day.  I’m thinking this is something that God wants me to mule over and answer.  So here it goes:

I guess to answer this question; I have to really be honest about what excites me about heaven.  The scriptures describe heaven as a place of perfection; no more sin, hate, pain, etc.  Also according to scripture we will have glorified bodies, which if they’re anything like the body Jesus had after he resurrected, than well be able to fly, pass through walls, and teleport.  Talk about superpowers heh?  So yeah, I guess all that is cool and exciting.  But one of the things that scripture mentions about heaven is that God is going to be there, and that His light will Illuminate Heaven so that heaven won’t need a sun or a moon.  Moreover, there won’t be any darkness…ever.  So if heaven’s light source is God, than it would stand to reason that if God was not there, heaven would really not be heaven.  However, I think this question is deeper than that.  I think what God (I believe its Him that’s popped this question into my head.) wants to know is, what exactly attracts me about heaven….actually more like, what really is heaven for me?

Like I said, I have been meditating on this question pretty much the whole day and I have come to the conclusion that heaven really is not heaven if God is not there, not because Heaven needs God for light, but because the whole draw/appeal of heaven is God himself.  Yeah, it’s cool that well have glorified bodies.  And it’s also cool that sin won’t be there (very cool indeed), or evil, or imperfections.  But honestly, the coolest thing of all is that God himself will be there.   That is what I have been longing for all this time; to see Him, to be with Him, to feel Him, hear Him, talk with Him as a man talks to a friend,  to joke around and yet be in awe of how awesome He is.  God is the source of my expectation of heaven.  Everything else is like icing on the cake.  And if Paul is correct (which I’m sure he is :)) then that icing is beyond anything I can ever imagine while here on earth.  But even so, if God was not there, I much rather be where God is. 

When I think about heaven (and I’m really not exaggerating here), I think about running to God and embracing Him.  Honestly, that’s the picture I have in my mind of heaven.  As cool as everything else is, I really could care less because what I really want is God.  I don’t say this to sound super spiritual or something like that. I say this because it’s really how I see heaven.  Honestly,  I can’t wait to see Him! (and before someone says something, I’m not suicidal lol).  Oh to hear Him say “well done thou good and faithful servent!”….to hear Him say anything!  Oh just to hear Him!!!  And I also picture us taking a stroll through the beaches of heaven.  Actually I don’t know if heaven has beaches, but if they do, you can bet I will ask God if He would be willing to take a stroll on the beach.  And we can talk about….oh about everything.  Ha! We’ll have all eternity and then some to talk about everything and then some.   And His throne.  Oh man, this part frightens me a bit.  I mean, I get chills reading the description of it in Revelation; so awesomely huge and in the midst of creatures full of eyes and several wings.  And the thunder and the lightning…..and Solomon thought he had a cool throne, lol.  But Im sure that as a new glorified being, I will be able to see it and not be terrified.  Oh man!  How cool is going to be to see God!  And of course, it’s going to be cool to see everyone else too.  But God….oh yeah, Heaven is Heaven only because of Him…..nothing more, nothing less.


Juan Castillo Jr.