Several years ago, just before 9/11 and after the death of two precious people in my life, my father, Billy Graham, urged me to write the book Heaven: My Father's House. He'd been so encouraged by a message I'd given on Revelation 21, which contains the apostle John's eyewitness glimpse of our heavenly home, that he felt I should share it with others in written form. So I did.
But I never dreamed that one day God would use what has encouraged others to encourage me. John's glorious description of heaven has comforted me greatly since my beloved mother, Ruth Bell Graham, went to live there.
Because my mother had been frail and bedridden for quite some time, someone at her funeral asked me when I'd last had a meaningful conversation with her. That question surprised me, because every conversation with my mother was meaningful. And I'd just spoken with her early in the morning before she made her final move to heaven, Our Father's House.
I remember one talk with Mother a few weeks before her faith became sight. We were discussing heaven, and I told her about my recent visit to Westminster Abbey in London. The Abbey is the cathedral where British kings and queens are crowned, where members of the royal family are married, and where outstanding dignitaries are buried. The door for tourists that leads to the cathedral entrance is rather small and insignificant. When I walked through it, I entered a dark, cramped narthex where I bought my admission ticket and guidebook. On the opposite side of the narthex is another door. That one opened into the magnificent, glorious, cavernous sanctuary of Westminster Abbey.1