When I get to heaven, I'm going to find Timothy (of the Bible) and camp out at his house. Here's why:
I was tucking Timothy (my son) into bed a few nights ago and we started talking about heaven. I'm not sure what made him want to talk about it, but I did my best to explain what I understood it to be. At some point, I told Timothy how to get there. "If you believe in Jesus, then when you die you get to go to heaven." I didn't go too much deeper because I don't think he's quite to the age of accountability.
"I believe in Jesus," he told me. This melted my heart, as I'm sure it would melt the heart of any father. I told him, "Then you're going to go to heaven!"
"Dad," my son said, "When I get to heaven, I'm going to find Timothy of the Bible and tell him I was named after him."
And that is why I'm going to find Timothy (of the Bible) when I get to glory. That way, I can be the second person to welcome my son to heaven.