
I think Christians get a bad rap. Some people imagine we walk around glowing, clutching our Bibles, judging everyone like we’re on the Heavenly Olympics of Holiness. Spoiler alert: we’re not perfect. If we were, we’d probably already be in heaven sipping angel-inspired lemonade.
Let me clear this up: Christians are not perfect. If we were, God would’ve already upgraded us to Heaven Premium. We’re just regular people doing our best to become the person God had in mind when He made us, flaws, typos, and all. We’re kind of like a lifelong spiritual renovation project.
When we make a personal decision to believe in Jesus, it doesn’t mean we think we’re better than anyone else. It means we’re trying to live by heaven’s house rules while still surviving earth’s chaos. Earth is basically a temporary Airbnb, and heaven is the forever dream home with no drama, no hate, and definitely no internet trolls.
Now, heaven probably isn’t letting in people who thrive on being mean, messy, and full of negativity. Think of it like a gated community with strict Homeowner Association (HOA) rules. The Bible is like our version of Bylaws and Covenants, Conditions, and Restrictions (CC&Rs), with rules like: No haters, no troublemakers, and no bad vibes allowed.
Jesus is the gatekeeper, and we can only get to heaven through Him. And, friends, when I show up at heaven’s front door, I’m hoping my name is on the guest list. I dream of a place with zero gossip, zero hate, and absolutely no comment sections. That’s why I try to live with kindness, respect, love, and good intentions, because I figure that ups my chances of getting past the velvet rope.
Now, do I get it right all the time? Absolutely not. I’m human. Sometimes I mess up, trip over my own attitude, recognize my mistake, and say, “Lord, my bad.” I ask for forgiveness. The Lord forgives me, and I keep going. Every time I try again, I feel like I’ve levelled up spiritually.
I’m not here to force anyone to believe what I believe. You might not even think heaven or hell is real, and that’s your choice. I’m just explaining why I live the way I do. For me, loving beats hating. Kindness beats cruelty. And positivity beats being miserable any day.
So, if you see me trying to be good, just know I’m not acting holy, I’m trying to keep my reservation at Heaven’s All-Inclusive Resort.









