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Nikki and I sat in the Orlando Airport yesterday about an hour waiting to board out plane. There were baloons and banners everywhere.  About one hundred children were coming in from all over the world for a Children’s “miracle” and “make a wish” foundations. These children were very sick. American Airline employees lined up each time a plane would come in with two or three children from each plane. While we were there, we saw it happen at least twice. They would line up, maybe 50 or more of them, and clap and greet each child as they got off the plane. They would usher them over and then have them sit on a “throne” and take pictures of them. Those kids were so so happy. Nikki and I wept. We couldn’t help it. One mother was smiling with her daughter and weeping at the same time. In terms of what those children valued significant, this was going to be the highlight of their life. Just doesn’t seem right. I thought of heaven. People who know Jesus and are ready to meet him, they arrive in all shapes, sizes, and conditions all hurt and wounded, some with resolve, some with despair, some more than ready, and some ok--but one day all home and accounted for. All exiting the plane, a cheering line of those who have preceeded us, angels, and at the end of the line the Son of God with his arms outstretched, “Welcome home, good and faithful servant!” What could be better than that? May it be so.