Ben Reaoch | Category: The Christian Life
I remember several years ago, in 2010, I was on a trip to Romania to do some preaching and teaching there. It was a great experience. But I missed home, and by the end of the trip I was increasingly eager to get back to my family. Then something happened that you could never plan for. The night before I was to depart, a volcano erupted in Iceland that halted air travel throughout Europe. I was stuck. I had to stay in Budapest, Hungary, for a few days waiting to get on the very earliest flight possible. I remember just aching to be home, to hug my wife and kids, and to sit around the dinner table together and share the stories of what had been happening while we were apart.
Those types of experiences in life give us a little taste of how we should be thinking about heaven. It’s a place we should be longing for, a destination more desirable than any other.
Recently I’ve had the opportunity to visit with a family from Syria. Like so many others from that war-torn country, they have been displaced from their home. They spent some time in Jordan and have now arrived in Pittsburgh. Through a mutual friend I was put in touch with them, and we’ve had a couple of nice visits. The language barrier is definitely there, but on one occasion we had a translator present and on another we were using Google translate.
Being around them has made me think about how difficult it would be in their situation. This Syrian family is delighted to be in a safe place and in a place of opportunity. But still, this new place presents its challenges. Because it’s not home. It’s unfamiliar.
All of this causes me to reflect on our sojourner status in this world. As believers in Christ, we recognize that we are not home yet. For many of us, it’s very easy to settle into a comfortable routine, to begin to think that this really is our home. But it’s not.
There’s a Rich Mullins song that comes to mind. I used to listen to his music a lot in my teen years and during college. It was during my college years that he died in a car accident. I remember being sad to hear that news. It also made me listen to his music with a new perspective.
The song that comes to mind is called "Land of My Sojourn". Here are a few lines.
Nobody tells you when you get born here
How much you'll come to love it
And how you'll never belong here
So I call you my country
And I'll be lonely for my home
And I wish that I could take you there with me . . .
In the land of my sojourn
And I will sing His song
In the land of my sojourn.
Remember today that you are on a journey. And you’re not home yet. May our longing for heaven give us perseverance and purity while we wait.
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