Tomorrow if all goes as planned Tammy and I will head home to Illinois.  I must say that I am not looking forward to leaving 80 degree days for snow, cold, etc. 

As I thought about heading home tomorrow I am reminded that any day I might be taken to my real home, my heavenly home.  No waiting at the gate, no security checks, no bags to check, no need to arrange a ride. The trumpet will blow and in a moment home will appear.  A perfect home.

Unless the trumpet blows tonight and I fly Heavenly Airlines home, United will be taking me back tomorrow.  See ya' Sunday.  Because of Him, Pastor.