We are prone to blank out on our belonging.
Tag: belonging
In their pride, they believed that the vineyard and wine belonged to them.
Historically, a husband would look after a home’s infrastructure and fence line, fields and lawn. When a husband went absent, by infirmity, infidelity, war declaration or death, his property quickly bore witness.
Friends, we are just passing through. We don’t observe Sabbath and Jubilee years any longer, we’ve misplaced these incredible traditions of trust and grace. We must instead remind ourselves over and over again; this world is not our home. We are tenants and everything we have is only on loan for a little while. The sooner we learn this the less tightly we’ll hold to everything temporal: position, possessions, opinions and grudges.
Identity is such a big deal for us. Ever since we got booted from the Garden, we’ve struggled to remember Who’s we are.
“I planned what I’d say if you returned to me: ‘Good! I’ll bring you back into the family. I’ll give you choice land, land that the godless nations would die for.’ And I imagined that you would say, ‘Dear father!’ and you would never again…