Let me tell you a story about a man named James Terrence John Molloy. J. T., as everyone knew him, was a traveling evangelist, and he had a wish.
When the time came for the Lord to call him home, he had a “druther.”
He wanted to be traveling on a road, going up to the crest of a hill and die at the top. J. T. said he would keep on going up the hill and on into heaven.
And he did. He lived a long life, preached the gospel, started churches, had children and grandchildren, and raised Poland China pigs.
One day on the way to visit his son, he died instantly of a heart attack
. . . in his car
. . . on a hill.
The car was still running when they found him.
J.R.R. Tolkien wrote of the journey of life in the Walking Song
the road goes ever on and on
I think about heaven as I travel dirt and gravel country roads, about following a road that begins in one world and ends in another.
The path of life leads upward . . .
Proverbs 15:24. NIV
This is what the Lord says: “Stand at the crossroads and look;
ask for the ancient paths, ask where the good way is, and walk in it,
and you will find rest for your souls.”
Jeremiah 6:16. NIV
In the way of righteousness there is life; along that path is immortality
That story about J.T., how do I know it’s true? He is my husband’s great-grandfather, and if I had my druthers, I’d keep going up the hill to heaven, too.
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