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Wednesday, March 30, 2005

Traveling with the viewpoint of God

It's fun to travel. I love it. It's great to visit new places, hear new sounds and meet new people. It's good to get away. But it's also good to get home, for there is no place like home!

I would suggest to you that it's only good to come home if there is someone there to ask you, "How was your trip?" Traveling is fun when we know that when we get back home, there will be people with whom we can share our experinces, both the good and the bad. We are traveling with their eyes, and their ears, so that when we return home they can share in our stories of the road.

There is an analogy to that in life. We are pilgrims in this life, travelers on the highway to heaven. We are on a trip, and it's nice to know that what awaits us is God. What awaits us is a God who can't wait to hear our stories and watch our videos and see our pictures and hear about the friends that we made.

So, in a sense we are traveling with God's eyes, God's ears, so that when we arrive in heaven, you and I will be happy to return home, and there is "no place like home."

1 comment:

GroupLink said...

Speaking of travel, here's a song that my daughter is doing in Fine Arts. It's a song by Point of Grace.

This is Your Land
Now I saw in my dream that these pilgrims went in at the gate, and as they entered they were transparent. And they had raiment put on that shined like gold. Then I heard in my dream that all the bells in the city rang again for joy, and that it was said within:
“Enter ye into the joy of our Lord!”

Didn’t anyone ever tell you
Didn’t anyone ever say
Did you capture a vision of glory
As she held out her hand today?
It’s reaching to the broken heart
Right down to where you stand
Didn’t anyone ever tell you
This is your land?

Didn’t anyone ever tell you
It doesn’t matter the last will be first
For the sad and the meek and the righteous
And all those who will hunger and thirst ?
So let the poor in spirit know
Their dreams are not of sand
Didn’t anyone ever tell you
This is your land

You’ll be given the robes of princes
You’ll be flying on golden wings
You will live in pavilions of splendor
Be surrounded by beautiful things

So hold on to these promises
Keep them in your hand
Didn’t anyone ever tell you
This is your land