?He always sermonizes like that to me, Marla,? I said as we slid into the back seat. The driver closed the door and we were off. On my right sat my old friend Gideon and on my left the enchanting Marla. ?Where are we going, Gideon?? I asked. ?To the Restaurant at the Edge of Eternity,? he answered. ?The what at the edge of where?? I blurted out, with surprise. Marla added, ?We figured it would be fun taking a break from your everyday work,John. That?s precisely why Gideon and I chose this restaurant. It really isn?t at the edge of eternity. Eternity, of course, has no edge ? no endings, no beginnings. It just is. And the restaurant? It?s more than a restaurant. It?s a total entertainment system. Many of our friends visit it on their return from special assignments. You?ll love it, J.H.? ?And just where is this restaurant, Marla? Or shouldn?t I ask?? This time Gideon replied, ?You?ve traveled with us before,John, so you shouldn?t be surprised that it?s not a regular restaurant. Very shortly we?ll experience what is called a ?trans-dimensional skip? and, before you can blink an eye, we?ll be there. No problem, we have reservations, you know.? ?I have some reservations, too,? I said, inferring quite a different intent. There are those times when it?s useless trying to obtain more information from Gideon. This was one of them. I had a feeling of expectancy and a strange sense of adventure. Gideon, Marla and I had indeed traveled to many places in different time periods, but that was a long time ago, and I had already forgotten most of them. Yet, here we were again on one of our extra-terrestrial or interdimensional jaunts. Somehow, my initial uneasiness had begun to dissipate. To read the rest of the story visit http://www.spiritual-simplicity.com