I belong to Jesus Christ. My spirit has a story that begins in death but has been raised to life in Christ. That’s what it means to be a Christian. My life is found in Christ, because of Christ and therefore given back to Christ. My words are weak tributes to the glory of promise and fulfillment that I continually find in the person of Jesus, the Son of God, my Saviour, the world’s Messiah, every problems’ solution, and the most beautiful horizon of all. My exploration of the fringes of His ways are just beginning. My eyes are on the horizon of His glory. Shielded for now by earth’s walls and roofs, I look forward to the day when my sight is consumed by His radiance, when nothing frames my vision and and my eyes are not restrained by earthly perspective.