As we age, our tents start to show signs of depreciation. But old age and even death is not the end of our story: one day soon, we’ll trade in these canvas coverings for eternal dwellings: homes of brick and mortar.
Tag: temporary
God’s plans are stone and concrete while mine are mere paper and paste.
Despite it’s inferior feeling, waiting is actually a powerful posture.
Home is not an address or a structure. It’s not a zip code or a state or a country. It’s not even a people, as I’ve previously thought. Addresses change. Buildings burn down or fall into disrepair. Zip codes boundaries are redrawn and governments crumble. People pass or pull away. If these temporary structures are our home we will always, eventually find ourselves homeless. Our permanent Home is found in our Lord alone.
we are all Israelites, living out the wilderness between the slavery of sin and the promise of Heaven. It’s inconvenient and uncomfortable, but it’s a necessary journey. These desert steps cultivate the character we require to live in the Promised Land. And God has committed to accompany us all along the way.
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.
What if we learned from the mistake of the Nazarenes and listened instead?