Reflection on WH

Nobody said “ Satan did it!” and the general understanding of all who were present or who witnessed the “going home”  of Whitney Houston on Saturday seemed to be that she was continuing her wonderful concerts before the Lord Almighty forever. I believe that Whitney went home, and not to a bad place. I don’t know what goes on there, and nobody does. Home could be rejoicing, or silence; it could mean hanging out with all your friends and relatives in some joyous medium, or the reverential silence of heads bowed in perpetual prayer, or just a cozy box where you become part of the universe along with all those you love who have gone before you and are yet to come.
The important thing is that WH was going home. No judgment, except that she had a great ride here while she lived, and the ride was too short, and stopped too suddenly. She was home.
The emphasis on the good part of her life from childhood to stardom, and influence and no memorable mention of how she transitioned to home shows a tremendous change in the theology of life and death. Probably, a change for the better. There is no fire and brimstone, no fiery pit or everlasting torment for those who escape this world with a sorry death. Rather, a warm welcome by the Father in the home because WH was so good for most of her life.
I hope that applies to all people. I hope we can realize that the Father is more merciful and understanding than any human could ever imagine. I hope we can understand that sin does not make us bad (I know this is a little fuzzy here), although there are things that would not be classified as sin that do. We can recover if people let us and lead us to recovery, and if we don’t, in the end we would probably have done what we could with the opportunities that have been presented to us, and we go home.