The pastor of our new church delivers spiritual food with the joy, expectation, and simplicity of a child, but never fails to stir our thoughts and hearts to higher ground. It is a gift. He began the new year with a series on heaven. A lofty topic indeed that leaves much to the imagination because eye has not seen, nor ear heard, nor has it entered into the heart of man what God has in store for those who love Him. Last week I had such a compelling vision! Not a thought. A vision (of the imagination, if you will). Of the Lord Jesus in celestial spaces, looming, pre-eminent, and welcoming, with outstretched arms, and flowing from Him myriads of people of every sort from every nation full of joyous peace greeting each one who passes from this earth into the eternal sphere through Him (Jesus). And in the forefront, those I’ve loved or known and perhaps influenced or encouraged on their way, who have gone before me. As our pastor said, my “own personal welcoming committee”. Now that will be glory, be glory for me!