My Father will live again. You will see your loved ones again.

As the trumpet is sung, and our Lord appears in Shaqina glory in an instant, there will be new life.

Vest and I had the opportunity to return to Pennsylvania, and to visit our childhood home.

I had two experiences that were very meaningful to me.

Any time I get back to Pleasant Hills, which is a suburb outside of Pittsburgh, the City of Champions.

Any time I have a chance to get back there, I always make a pilgrimage to 150 McClellan Drive.

I take my car and I drive down the street, and I look wistfully at the house that my father built, where I was born, and where I grew up.

This trip was no different, and I drove down McClellan Drive, and as I slowed down approaching our family home, I saw a woman out in front of the house, clipping the hedges.

She was obviously the owner of the house, and I pulled the car up alongside, and I said, hello, I said, you know, my father built that house.

And she said, really, she said, yes, and I explained it, we had moved way back in 56, and she said, would you like to come in and see the house?

And I said, I'd love to.

So her husband came out, and they brought us in, and they escorted me through the house and showed me what they had done with this room and with that room.

But it was exciting to see that, it was just though, something were laid to rest in my soul, and then the next day I drove out to our old baseball field, Maori Park.

And as I entered the entrance way of Maori Park, I noticed that there was a monument built out of stone, and on the monument was chiseled,

the date of the dedication of this baseball field, it said May 30th, 1955.

And then it had underneath it the names of the city commissioners who had been there for the dedication of that baseball field.

And ladies and gentlemen, I saw that, I went nuts, because I remembered May the 30th, 1955.

I played in the first baseball game that took place on that field.

We started out at the Stefano drugstore, and we were in our baseball uniforms, and we marched in the parade with the fire trucks, and the bans.

And we marched two miles out the road, and came into the entrance of Maori Park.

I'll never forget it, but this day, as I went back to Maori Park, there wasn't anybody there.

Nobody. Nobody in the field, nobody in the stands, nobody in the dugouts.

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