Aug 20 2007
Homesickness
I’m homesick. No, not home, sick: homesick.
And I’m not on the road this week.
Yesterday morning I got awoke to my wife bringing me a cup of coffee. Not just any coffee, but a “triple-shot-redeye†she made with the espresso maker she got me for my birthday. Quite the beverage—I don’t need any more coffee for the whole day after that start.
And so I sat up on the bed, my wife next to me, enjoying being home. Since it was Sunday, I turned on my iPod rather than the radio station and queued up The Far Country by Andrew Peterson. (Another birthday present—this one from Raquel) Midway through the first (the title) track, I felt tears welling up in my eyes and by the second line of the chorus of track two I was bawling like a baby.
I couldn’t help it.
I want to go Home.
All the travelling I’ve been doing has been wearying, and every time I come home it’s more special. This last trip to visit my mom & dad was the longest I’ve ever been away, and it was very special to come home.
And today, sitting on my own bed, drinking coffee next to my wife, I cried, weeping as a man longing for his home. And I do long for Home. I want to go Home.
I get a taste of Home every Lord’s Day as I come into God’s presence and feast at His Table. The Table He prepares in the presence of my enemies.
And then I go back to this world. A world where there is asthma. Where I get tired. Where I leave my family to go fight battles that I’d rather not have to fight. Where men blaspheme and fight against the Name of King Jesus.
I’m going to write a bit this week about heaven—my Home. And as I live in a world that is decidedly different from Home—I am aware of this. We live and breathe and fight and weep here in the far country. And one day our Lord comes to take us Home.
I long for that day to come quickly. Come quickly, Lord Jesus.
By faith he sojourned in the land of promise, as in a strange country, dwelling in tabernacles with Isaac and Jacob, the heirs with him of the same promise: For he looked for a city which hath foundations, whose builder and maker is God. Through faith also Sara herself received strength to conceive seed, and was delivered of a child when she was past age, because she judged him faithful who had promised. Therefore sprang there even of one, and him as good as dead, so many as the stars of the sky in multitude, and as the sand which is by the sea shore innumerable. These all died in faith, not having received the promises, but having seen them afar off, and were persuaded of them, and embraced them, and confessed that they were strangers and pilgrims on the earth. For they that say such things declare plainly that they seek a country. And truly, if they had been mindful of that country from whence they came out, they might have had opportunity to have returned. But now they desire a better country, that is, an heavenly: wherefore God is not ashamed to be called their God: for he hath prepared for them a city. – Hebrews 11:9-16
By faith… we press on!
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