26 - the longing for home
17 Brothers, join in imitating me, and keep your eyes on those who walk according to the example you have in us. 18 For many, of whom I have often told you and now tell you even with tears, walk as enemies of the cross of Christ. 19 Their end is destruction, their god is their belly, and they glory in their shame, with minds set on earthly things. 20 But our citizenship is in heaven, and from it we await a Savior, the Lord Jesus Christ, 21 who will transform our lowly body to be like his glorious body, by the power that enables him even to subject all things to himself.
phil 3:17
"We are all strangers in a strange land, longing for home, but not quite knowing what or where home is. We glimpse it sometimes in our dreams, or as we turn a corner, and suddenly there is a strange, sweet familiarity that vanishes almost as soon as it comes… "
madeleine l'engle
i always get this feeling in the pit of my stomach, the "gut" one would say, that longs for that feeling of "home".
ive been feeling uneasy these days, and especially in this house which we just sold, i realized that i never really felt quite at home in this place.
a part of me thinks of my first home in bayside, growing up as a youngster.
but is home just a place where our memories exist? is it just a place where we can recall certain events and think to ourselves, "that was a good time"?
in some ways, i think this longing for home is much more deeper than that.
as Paul writes, our citizenship is in heaven. we are really just foreigners in a strange land. if that is true, then this feeling my gut will never really go away no matter how many times i move or even if i manage to move back into my old home.
sure, that familiarity will exist of a moment, but deep down inside, my soul knows, "you are not home".
how i await that day when i do return home. how wonderful and at peace my soul will feel. it would probably say,
finally.
phil 3:17
"We are all strangers in a strange land, longing for home, but not quite knowing what or where home is. We glimpse it sometimes in our dreams, or as we turn a corner, and suddenly there is a strange, sweet familiarity that vanishes almost as soon as it comes… "
madeleine l'engle
i always get this feeling in the pit of my stomach, the "gut" one would say, that longs for that feeling of "home".
ive been feeling uneasy these days, and especially in this house which we just sold, i realized that i never really felt quite at home in this place.
a part of me thinks of my first home in bayside, growing up as a youngster.
but is home just a place where our memories exist? is it just a place where we can recall certain events and think to ourselves, "that was a good time"?
in some ways, i think this longing for home is much more deeper than that.
as Paul writes, our citizenship is in heaven. we are really just foreigners in a strange land. if that is true, then this feeling my gut will never really go away no matter how many times i move or even if i manage to move back into my old home.
sure, that familiarity will exist of a moment, but deep down inside, my soul knows, "you are not home".
how i await that day when i do return home. how wonderful and at peace my soul will feel. it would probably say,
finally.
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