John writes: "I am a retired Quality Assurance Engineer, prison minister and hospital Chaplain."
When our life has slipped its moorings; when at our last heartbeat and life’s last breath is exhaled, our spirit is set free to rise on heaven’s wings, joyous and unencumbered to meet its Creator. Unshackled from the moment’s silence of life-spent flesh, it will soar among the angels and saints to sing glorious praises. Just as our servant body is certain to be reclaimed by the earth, so our spirit is predestined to dance in the presence of God’s indescribable goodness. From a lifetime of joy and pain, love and loss, wealth or want; from oceans of faith and doubt, our grace-filled spirit which has clamored for the Christ God who gave it is called home.