Tommy couldn't wait to get there. At 10 years old, he had already been to Disneyland once - the best trip of his life. But his little brother, Robbie, had yet to experience all the magic Disney had to hold. “Just wait, Robbie, it's awesome! There's this big castle and a big tree house. They have this pirate ride where you can pretend to be Jack Sparrow. You get to see Donald Duck and Mickey Mouse walking around, and you can even hug them!” Robbie didn't have to ask Tommy details, because he wouldn't shut up about it. Their vacation wasn't until the end of summer, but still Tommy asked his mom every day if today was the day. When Tommy wasn't filling Robbie in on the details of the most adventurous time of his life, he was telling his friends. As the summer passed, his friends stopped asking him to play ball outside. They grew tired of hearing all about Disneyland. They had their own summer to look forward to.
Tommy couldn't focus on anything but his future destination - Disneyland. Every day he made his mom mark another day off on the calendar so he would know exactly when the big day arrived. He didn't want to play ball; he didn't want to go swimming; he didn't want to do anything but get to Disneyland. He didn't even care when his parents banned him from TV and his video games when he failed to do his chores. All that mattered was his trip to Disneyland.
Finally, the morning of departure arrived. Tommy jumped up and down, barely containing his excitement. Robbie was much more calm about the trip, which only irritated Tommy. 'But,' Tommy reasoned within himself, 'he's just six; he don't know how much fun we're gonna have!'
It was a long drive. Tommy asked every fifteen minutes “Are we there yet?” He complained every time Dad stopped for gas. “Dad, let's go!” he said impatiently. Traffic did not help time pass swiftly, either. Tommy couldn't understand why the other cars just didn't go; didn't they know Disneyland was waiting? Robbie was so calm about the journey. He liked watching the other cars zoom pass. He liked waving at the truckers along the way so they would blow their horn. He kept pointing out ordinary things like fields, barns, and cows. Everything about the journey interested Robbie, much to Tommy's disgust.
After ten hours of driving, much irritation, and impatience, they finally arrived. Tommy was ecstatic. As he had so long anticipated, Disneyland was wonderful. But all too soon, it was over and time to make the journey home. Tommy was troubled. He had spent all summer looking forward to seeing Disneyland. Now it was over and school would start in a few days. He hadn't talked to his friends in weeks. He hadn't done anything a kid was supposed to do during summer holidays. He had missed it all. 
Imagine the most beautiful, most serene place you could ever hope to be. Now imagine this place was one you would never have to leave. A place where “God will wipe away every tear from their eyes; there shall be no more death, nor sorrow, nor crying. There shall be no more pain, for the former things have passed away” (Rev 21:4). A place of light, beauty and splendor not matched on earth. A city whose foundations are made of “all kinds of precious stones: … jasper … sapphire … chalcedony …. Emerald … sardonyx … sardius … chrysolite … beryl …. Topaz. … chrysoprase … jacinth … amethyst” (Rev 21: 19-20). A place where there is no night with “a pure river of water of life, clear as crystal, proceeding from the throne of God and of the Lamb” (Rev 22:1). This is Heaven, our eternal “Disneyland”. God gave us glimpses of our final destination, but not a clear picture. One reason could be that no words could every express its wonder and majestic splendor. However, one reason could possibly be that if we knew what awaited us, we would look so forward to our destination that we would fail to enjoy the journey. We would never grow as Christians or conform to the mind of Christ if we spent all our thoughts and dreams on Heaven. We would fail to help and pray for others along the way. All we would be interested in would be getting to heaven as soon as possible, missing God's purpose for our life along the way. We wouldn't love or be a witness to an increasingly evil world if all we thought about was ourselves and our destination. While we know that heaven is our destination, there are millions who won't see it at all, separated forever from Christ. The destination is the ultimate goal, but it is more important we take as many with us as possible.
It is life's journey that makes the destination sweeter.