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To Victor Goes The Victory

Dear Readers,

After losing four loved ones in as many months, the Lord reminded me of a funeral from years ago…


TO VICTOR GOES THE VICTORY,    Journal Entry, 1990’s

While working as an inspector at the RTA, I was out and about doing my job.  This one particular day, I remembered that one of our bus drivers, a guy named Victor, had recently lost his father, a well loved Pastor in the area.

On Main Street in Worcester, Ma., as I was driving by his church, the Lord pulled me in for a visit.  I had no intention of stopping as I was on duty, but my two-way radio was quiet and I thought,  “Why not!  It will be respectful and only for a few minutes!”

I have always avoided wakes and funerals ever since my father passed away when I was only fourteen.  They are difficult for me and bring back a flood of memories from my childhood.

As I exited the inspector car in the parking area, I could hear beautiful music filtering outside to the city streets!  What I saw next was absolutely magnetic!  Opening the sanctuary door I entered to a jam packed interior of believers who were standing, clapping, singing, and rejoicing, like no other funeral service I had ever attended.  The sounds pulled me in to rejoice with all of them!

As I stood in the very back of the building, I became overwhelmed with the Holy Spirit like never before!  It was incredible!  I never wanted to leave!  I just wanted to stay there forever in that peaceful place, never to return to the city streets again!

I was happy, joyous, and content.  The music filled my soul, my mind, and my heart, and yet I didn’t even know this well respected man.  My friend and coworker Victor finally spotted me hiding in the nave of the church and came to thank me for stopping by.

“What is this, Vic?  I have never experienced a funeral like this!  It’s wonderful and energetic and fulfilling!  I don’t want to leave!”

“Claire,” he said gently, “This is how we celebrate when a loved one goes to be with the Lord!  It is not a sad time!  It is a joyous time!  We don’t cry, we sing and dance and praise God!  My father would do the same if he were here!”

I went on, “I can’t seem to pull myself away!  I don’t want to leave!  I feel so fulfilled spiritually!  I just don’t want to leave, I want to stay forever!”

Victor gently smiled at me, as my radio woke me up to reality.  I hugged him good bye and sadly said, “I have to go back to work! ”  Then slowly, ever so slowly, I left heaven and returned to earth!

The entire rest of my shift all I wanted to do was run back to that precious service of rejoicing!  I will never forget that time in my life when, for a unique few minutes, I stepped out of the hell of the city streets and into a heavenly church funeral!

Love in Christ,   Claire  xoxo


Phil. 1:21,  “For to me, to live is Christ, and to die is gain.”  (NKJV)






My Testimony

Dear Readers,

I believe with all my heart that God chooses my stories.  Today it is my testimony from my journal.  This is a reblog from way back when I started blogging in 2010…

MY TESTIMONY,   (Archives Blog From Nov. 13, 2010)

In my early 30’s I began to wonder if there was more to God than I knew about.  And so my search started!  My best friend was also searching.  Both of us were unsettled in our worlds and wondering what was missing in our lives.

One day, over a cup of tea at her home, we were asking each other many questions about religion and God.  While chatting, there was a knock on her front door and it was the new young pastor from the church in our little town of East Brookfield, Massachusetts.

Pastor John was invited in and we proceeded to bombard that poor man with questions!  He politely answered all of them, and then invited us to a women’s bible study on Thursday mornings.

After attending that class for a couple of months and studying the bible, as I sat at the weekly study, one very bold lady looked me squarely in the face and said, “Have you invited Jesus into your heart yet?”  I hesitated and shook my head no!

“Well, what are you waiting for?” she blurted out.

I didn’t know it then, but several ladies were offended at her bluntness towards me.  Actually, what she said was exactly what I needed to hear!  All the way home I thought about her comment and questioned myself, “What am I waiting for?”  That very night, while I was washing my supper dishes and staring out the window, I invited Jesus Christ into my heart, and my life has never been the same since.

A few days later the pastor stopped by to visit me and apologize for the bluntness of my study partner.

“No Pastor John, you are wrong!” I reassured him.  “She said exactly what I needed to hear!  I got saved that night pastor, I invited Jesus into my heart!”

Obviously he was elated!  Shortly after that evening I started writing these journal stories about how Jesus has changed my life, and now as I turn 74 years old this month, I am still writing my life’s stories.

I’m not sure why the Lord wanted me to reblog my testimony today, but after several years of blogging, I am still trying to be obedient to what I feel Him impressing on my mind!  This is His blog site, not mine!  I know He blesses obedience.

I have only one question before I close today!  “Dearest readers, what are you waiting for?  Invite Jesus into your heart today!  You will never regret it!”

Love in Christ,   Claire  xoxo

PS  My friend got saved as well!

John 3:16,  “For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life.”    (NIV)