No one has power in the day of death. No one can wrestle with the One Who created His being. When He gives He gives for His glory and when He chooses to ask for the homecoming of His elect it is His prerogative and not of someone else. Alas! I have lost a friend and brother of 38 years, my pastor of 13 years and a juggernaut in the faith, an apostle unto many who believe, a terror to the territory of the devil and a rock hewed from sapphire. I believe the angels are awaiting the glorious return of his elect and Him Who commissioned His elect cannot wait any longer for He cannot wait any longer to have him back. Death is not the end of the journey home it is the beginning! Horses never refused to run homewards. Therefore ‘Lift up your heads, O ye gates, and be ye lifted up, ye everlasting doors..’ and my friend and brother of 38 years, my pastor of 9 years, a juggernaut in the faith, and an apostle unto many who believe shall come in!