"I don't want to drive up to the pearly gates in a
shiny sports car, wearing beautifully, tailored
clothes, my hair expertly coiffed, and with long,
perfectly manicured fingernails.
I want to drive up in a station wagon that has mud
on the wheels from taking kids to scout camp.
I want to be there with grass stains on my shoes
from mowing Sister Schenk's lawn.
I want to be there with a smudge of peanut butter on
my shirt from making sandwiches for a sick neighbor's children.
I want to be there with a little dirt under my
fingernails from helping to weed someone's garden.
I want to be there with children's sticky kisses on
my cheeks and the tears of a friend on my shoulder.
I want the Lord to know I was really here, and that I
really lived."