We heard a sermon over the weekend entitled I Pledge Allegiance. This sermon was based on Philippians 3:18-21. Verses 20 and 21 stood out to me particularly: ” For our citizenship is in heaven, from which we also eagerly wait for the Savior, the Lord Jesus Christ, who will transform our lowly body that it may be conformed to His glorious body, according to the working by which He is able even to subdue all things to Himself.” To be more accurate, the beginning of verse 20 is what really grabbed me.
Life is full of analogies. It is for me, anyway and this one brought it all home to me, pun apologetically intended.
I have this plaque that says HOME. It was probably one of the first things I unpacked and placed upon the built-in shelf when we moved into the apartment. I put it there to serve to remind me that this apartment is presently my home. But as the days turned into weeks and then to months, this apartment never quite felt like home…and it still doesn’t.
I haven’t hung anything on the walls and there are still a few boxes yet to be unpacked. There is simply no place to put these items, yet I don’t want to take them to storage, so there they sit.
Friends have commented that perhaps it would feel more like home if I did a little nesting and perhaps they are right, but I tell them I don’t want this to be my home, rather a place that I am staying while I wait. This is not my home.
I look at this in relation to the scripture quoted above. This life is a journey not our home. This is just a place where we hang our hats, a place to stay while we await our true home. Our citizenship belongs in heaven. Although I could do a few things to make it a bit more homey, and I may choose to do so in the future, ultimately I hope that I am just passing through.