This Is Not My Home

March 14, 2012

Sometimes I get so caught up in this world that I start thinking that maybe I need a nicer car than the one that God has given me.  I have also been guilty of looking at others’ success in the business world and think, “If God hadn’t called me to be a pastor, I could have had a lot of success in business.”  I confess that I’ve been guilty at times of thinking that I actually belong here.  That happens whenever I forget that I’m not home.

The words to Building429’s “Where I Belong” have really meant a lot to me in the past week:

All I know is I’m not home yet,

This is not where I belong

Take this world and give me Jesus

This is not where I belong

This world is a messed up place.  There are so many injustices.  So many “innocent” victims like babies that have AIDS, young moms that die of cancer, tragic accidents…   I have a friend that served God faithfully all of his life and now he is in constant pain.  He has been that way for 15 years.  He tells me that his muscles and bones ache constantly.  He always has a fever and doctors can’t really do anything to help him.  My friend has even told me that he would rather just go on and die as opposed to living like this, yet it continues.   Each day.  It just doesn’t seem right.

Jesus promised us that in this world we WILL have trouble, even if we belong to Him.  He didn’t say that we might have inconveniences.  He promised us that trouble would come.   (John 16:33)

We live in a fallen world but we’re only here for a short time in comparison to eternity.  Why do I forget that?  Why do I start thinking that I actually belong on this Earth?   When making decisions, we should keep in mind that we’re not here forever.  This is so temporary.  This is not my home.  All of the pain and heartache that so many face will end one day.

We often think that we’re a body that has a Spirit connected to it and this Earth is the natural domain for us.  It’s not.  The truth is, we’re a spirit that has a body.  Someday, we’ll have a perfect body when we get home.  No more hurt.  No more pain.  No more tears but if we did cry, Jesus will be there to wipe away every one of them.  I may even have a full head of hair when I get my perfect body!  Woo Hoo!

My home is with Christ in heaven.  That’s where I really belong.  Home is where my soul longs to be.  It’s where Jesus is.  He has gone to prepare a place for those who follow Him.   (John 14:2-3)

This is not my home.

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