Fresh from theological college I learned to be very grateful for Eddie's presence in Abbey Wood. He was a man with gravitas, very kind, profligate with his time and talents and wise. The Saviour's mark was on Eddie's life and now after very trying years of illness he has stepped into glory, thank God for his life. What must it be like to step on shore and find it - heaven; To take hold of a hand and find it - God’s; To breathe a new air, and find it - celestial; To feel invigorated, and find it - immortality; To rise from the care, the loneliness, and turmoil of earth into one unbroken calm. To wake up and find it - glory?