It was the middle of the summer. We loaded our family in an old station wagon, the one with wood paneling down the side, and headed to Florida for a vacation. About ten miles into the trip, we heard the chant that all parents hear when they take children on vacation. “Are we there yet?” “How much longer?” “If you keep asking we will never get there.” You know, normal family conversation. Then about 50 miles into the trip, our 10 year-old son, Wes, posed a question I can never forget. “Dad, when we get to where we’re going, where will we be?” Do you ever ask that question?

Our founder, John Wesley said, “I want to know one thing, the way to heaven- how to land on that happy shore. God himself has condescended to teach the way.”

I. When I Get To Where I Am Going, I Will Be Resurrected To L…