Monday, June 13, 2011

This World is not our Home

There never were spoken more encouraging, life-giving, joy-infusing words.  And I know that as I grow older, my affinity for those words will only increase.  Their luster will magnify, their meaning ring more and more true.  What a hope we who have trusted Christ for salvation have!  Incomparable.  I have a hard time comprehending how people live without it. 
Someday, at an hour no one will expect, Jesus, my savior, will return to earth.  I will finally be home!  Now this is an exciting concept to begin with, but when put to music, it does things to me.  Gives me chills.  Makes me cry for joy.  In fact, when I look at my favorite songs, many of them deal with this topic.  For instance, in Rich Mullins' "Sometimes by Step" when it gets to the part where he says:

Sometimes I think of Abraham
How one star he saw had been lit for me.
He was a stranger in this land
And I am that no less than he.

Ah, so inspiring!  Whenever it reaches this part I always almost involuntarily sing along.  It puts everything in perspective.  It's truth!  Suddenly that problem that's been worrying me, once so large and intimidating, is now shown to be inconsequential.  I see the answers to the "why am I here?" questions, and I am convicted by my lack of action towards that purpose.  But even the conviction feels good, in a weird way.  Seeing things straight, even if convicting, is worth it.