L.M. Jackowski (Author of I Know Where Heaven Is)
I know we won't be married in heaven but will we know and love each other?
I know whom I have believed, and am persuaded that he is able to keep that which I have committed unto him against that day. Are you going to Heaven or Hell? Do you know the answer right now, or are you waiting to find out after you die? Unfortunately, most people do NOT know the answer and are waiting to see how things turn out. People are living as though the Bible had never been written. People are living their lives in uncertainty, not considering the fact that God has spoken very clearly about their eternal destiny. What about you?
I Know Where Heaven Is Lyrics: (*Dave Berg, Annie Tate, Sam Tate) / My hands are in my pocket / My pockets are full of change / Enough to buy some bait and.
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He asked, 'How do you know heaven and hell are real? - In your personal opinion what do understand it takes for a person to go to heaven?
I dressed quickly once we entered the basement. The table was covered with brass plates of wafers and stacked brass trays of tiny plastic cups filled with grape juice. After he read the Bible passage commemorating the sacred act and recounting the details from the night Jesus shared a similar meal with his friends, the preacher held up one tray and one plate and handed the dishes to the communion assistants who were now lined up at the table waiting to receive the elements that they would distribute among the congregation. Let us break bread together, on our knees… The choir erupted in song and the band began to play. When the trays passed my grandmother and me, she picked up two cups and a wafer, and instructed me to get a wafer as well. The small circle was hard and felt like cardboard. Every time you eat this, remember Jesus!
L etting go is the hardest thing a person can do: Not from failed loves or intimate relationships, but from close friendships turned acquaintance. Nevertheless, even the closest of friends — the most powerful connections — can inevitably grow distant with the passage of time and distance. The voice is small, yet its percussive repetition quickly becomes a tattoo on our minds. We can all take from it what we want, but the counting feels much like the kind of mantra one might seek to calm oneself down, steady a scattered brain and recenter oneself. But those crescendos are a long way away as the song opens. Her words come slow and steadily as she carefully plots her own path, lingering on phrases with a heavy heart.