It was a dark night and I was waiting for my husband to come out of work...

2 in the morning is not usually the time that you see people on the street.  I was surprised to see a street-cleaner outside at that time of night.   He was out there, though.  There was never telling how long my husband would be finished the last touches on his project.  I might as well strike up a conversation.

So, I got out of the car and walked over to the church to see what was happening, at that time of the night.

Surprise was not the word at the view, when I got over there.  It was Clarence Day Sr. on his hands and knees.  He turned to me and I could see the steps that led all the way into heaven were behind him.  You are working very hard on those stairs, I admired.  This is how the Lord wants them kept, he responded, not even stopping for a second to look at me.

Those were the steps to heaven?   Why would he be cleaning them?  Where were the rest of the people in heaven?  lots of questions remained from that moment of enjoyment with a soul whose "rest was won!"