Not My Home

Pray For BostonToday is a tragic day. My heart breaks for the families of those who lost their lives in the Boston bombings, as well as those who were injured. In the midst of evil, we’ve seen people rally around the community up there, and it does my heart good in the midst of the evil deeds done today.

Oddly enough, an hour or so before the news broke, I spent part of my lunch hour preparing for this week’s Philippians Bible Study at Eastridge, which I lead. Here’s a piece of my notes from the video:

 But our citizenship is in heaven. And we eagerly await a Savior from there, the Lord Jesus Christ, who, by the power that enables him to bring everything under his control, will transform our lowly bodies so that they will be like his glorious body. (Philippians 3:20, 21 NIV)

Why shouldn’t we be living with eternity in mind? How do we do that on a daily basis?
Anytime we don’t feel well or are hurt, or our bodies don’t work right, or we hear about tragedy…these are reminders that this isn’t our home.

Boy did I need to hear that as the news broke today! This world, with all its evil and injustice, is not my home. My citizenship is in heaven. I’m only here for a short time, in light of eternity.

This song has been rattling around in my head much of the afternoon. Despite its campy cowpunk, there’s such great truth in it – plus it’s MARIA MCKEE, which should be enough…

Thank you, God for the promise of eternity with you, especially in the midst of sorrow and evil here on earth!

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