You and I, my dear friends, are on our way somewhere - and I do not mean out to lunch after church or to a party next Thursday.

A small boy, with his father, was in an elevator going up in the Empire State Building in New York. As they flashed by the sixty-second floor, the lad, in considerable anxiety, seized his father's hand, and in an awestruck whisper, said, "Does God know we are coming?"

An amusing story; but th…