I saw him again…the man that ended up being swarmed by TSA staff who were calling for paramedics; the man that I was sure had passed from life to death right in front of me.

He was still among the living, albeit with a very large bump on the back of his head. I put my hand on his shoulder and enquired if he was ok. He smiled and said that he wasn’t, but had to continue on his journey.

I asked if there was anything I could do. He just shook his head and went on his way down the concourse…continuing on his journey.

I thought to myself, "His ultimate journey almost came to its necessary conclusion. Where would he have been standing if that was the end of this chapter?"

We’re all on a journey, aren’t we?

In The Christian Pilgrim (1733), the Puritan preacher and theologian, Jonathan Edwards, writes:

"To go to heaven fully to enjoy God, is infinitely better than the most pleasant accommodations here. These are but scattered beams, but God is the sun. These are but streams, but God is the fountain. These are but drops, but God is the ocean. Therefore it becomes us to spend this life only as a journey towards heaven…to which we should subordinate all other concerns of life. Why should we labor for, or set our hearts on anything else, but that which is our proper end, and true happiness?" (second emphasis added)

The next question rightfully becomes, "Who are we taking on the journey with us?"