A Christian railroad engineer was speaking to a group of fellow workers about heaven. He said, &ld;I can&rs;t begin to tell you what the Lord Jesus means to me. In Him I have a hope that is very precious. Let me explain.

Many years ago as each night I neared the end of my run, I would always let out a long blast with the whistle just as I&rs;d come around the last curve. Then I&rs;d look up at the familiar little cottage on top of the hill. My mother and father would be standing in the doorway waving to me. After I had passed, they&rs;d go back inside and say, &ls;Thank God, Benny is home safe again tonight.&rs; Well, they are gone now, and no one is there to welcome me. But someday when I have finished my &ls;earthly run&rs; and I draw near to heaven&rs;s gate, I believe I&rs;ll see my precious mother and dad waiting there for me. And the one will turn to the other and say, &ls;Thank God, Benny is home safe at last.&rs;&rd;