She'll be coming round the mountain when she comes

That song just popped into my head as I was thinking about freedom, fear, the future, the end of life. We see the near hallway but there are many turns ahead, and as we approach a new corner we are not quite sure what we will experience around the next corner.

Or take the metaphor of climbing a hill, unable to see what is over the horizon. Life is a series of hill climbing and reaching vistas, except for the huge reality that aging makes the climb slow and at some point we make the leap into the unknown beyond.

Yet the seeds for every discovery, the needs for every corner in life, have already germinated between my ears, and the transformation begun decades ago assures me that I need not fear the next turn, the next vista. Freedom, it is for freedom Christ has set us free.