Sometimes heaven is called a country because of its vastness. Sometimes heaven is called a city because of its inhabitants. Sometimes it’s called a kingdom because of its ruler and order. Sometimes it’s called a paradise because of its beauty. Sometimes it’s called a house because of its family. It’s the Father’s house.
In ancient times, fathers had a house, and their children were raised in the house. And when they got married, they build an addition on the house, and the father’s house kept getting larger and larger and larger and larger and larger as apartments were built for every married child in that family, and the father’s house got larger and larger and larger. And the heavenly Father’s house is very large and there are many, many dwelling places.
I can make it simple for you. You don’t need a map of heaven, there’s just one house. You don’t need a map of heaven. I heard that as a kid growing up, you know, if you don’t live the right kind of life, you’re going to end up 30 miles out of town in some low-level track made out of pine boards because that’s all you’ve sent up to heaven to build your mansion. Mansion really confused a lot of people. This is the word for “rooms.” You’re not going to be down the street, or out of town, or off below the tracks; you’re going to be in the Father’s house. This is a family and you’re going to be in the Father’s house, one house with many rooms: many, many rooms.
John 14:6 (NKJV) Jesus said to him, “I am the way, the truth, and the life. No one comes to the Father except through Me.