From the DayBreaks archive, July 2010:
There are days that I love life. Days when I feel excited and happy and exuberantly vibrant. It is those kind of days that make me long to live forever. But even on the best of days, there are disappointments, hurts and anguishes that remind me that life here isn’t so grand. I don’t mean to sound ungrateful to God for all that He has done for me. I have no right to complain about the way He’s provided all things necessary for life for myself and my loved ones. But I think He also understands when I say that life in this world isn’t so grand. And I’ve got it easy.
Sometimes I think about the starving children and adults in many undeveloped countries. I think about those who suffer in pain-racked prisons of their own flesh, or those whose minds are sharp as tacks, but who have muscles, sinews and bones that respond to nothing – paralyzed in a physical body that makes them totally dependent on others (or machines) merely to breathe or be fed. Others live their entire lives(!) under the black and blue shadow of abuse – without love or a kind touch.
I am more convinced than ever that this is not what God intended. As I look around me, I grow more and more to despise this place. Even at the best of times, life becomes wearisome. A burden. And reality dawns on me that this CAN’T be home. Perhaps that’s why life is the way it is – a seemingly endless succession of sunrises and sunsets, of workdays, of cycles of illness and health, days of elation and discouragement – and an unending stream of problems of varying magnitude. God uses the drudgery and dreariness of life (read Solomon’s Ecclesiastes at face value!!!) to keep our appetites whetted for something better – FAR BETTER – than this world.
My transition to longing for a home that is different than this has taken the better part of my life. I felt like earth was home for many of those years. I no longer do. I came to the point of Hebrews 11:14b – …and they admitted that they were aliens and strangers on earth. Do I believe there are aliens on earth? Yep – and I’m one of them! This can’t be home. So, I hang on to the passage from Heb. 11:16 – Instead, they were longing for a better country-a heavenly one. Therefore God is not ashamed to be called their God, for he has prepared a city for them.
I don’t have to live here forever. In fact, I won’t live here forever. I don’t want to. Not when I’ve got a city built by God and a mansion prepared for me by Jesus’ own hands waiting for me. He was, after all, a carpenter, and I’m sure he’s the best there ever was or ever will be. Zeph. 3:20 reminds me that the day will come when God calls His people for a great gathering – At that time I will gather you; at that time I will bring you home.
Home. Doesn’t it sound good in that context? His house. Not my home that needs paint and repairs. His perfect home. My heavenly home. Your heavenly home. Not this place where sewers and septic tanks get clogged, appliances fail and where it is either too cold or too hot. Once I leave here, I never want to come back, not even for a nostalgic, quick glance. Once we get to our real home, we won’t want to even take a peek backwards.
2 Cor. 5:6-9 – Therefore we are always confident and know that as long as we are at home in the body we are away from the Lord. We live by faith, not by sight. We are confident, I say, and would prefer to be away from the body and at home with the Lord. Ah, there it is….at home with the Lord. That will be home, indeed!
PRAYER: Lord, how wonderful is the word “home!” How thrilling it is to live in Your Presence forever! Thank You for inviting us to spend forever with You! In Jesus’ name, Amen.
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