To every house that is built there is an architect behind it. To every room in the house there is an interior designer. To every song that is sung, there is a composer and to every book that is written there is an author. So why is it so hard to accept that the house we all share and the interior designs that come within it has been fashioned by the Almighty God. Man loves to worship and honour the house but we all know the builder of the house has greater honour than the house itself. The heavens don’t have a voice, they don’t have mouths to speak words, yet their voices goes out into all of the earth, their words to the ends of the world. Remove the veil you have ignorantly placed on your heart because the “Glory” of man is like a flower, it blossoms only to see it fade away like mist in the air. How do I know Jesus is the builder of my house? Well the builder always has a key to the house and when He comes in, I sit with him and break bread. We laugh, we converse, he gives me insight about how he built all the other houses and everything in them for we know every house is built by someone, but he that built all things is God. Life is given thus it cannot be taken because the giver of life already overcame death. Stop being afraid of the certainty of death and accept the reality of life everlasting.