by Paula Harrington
A few years ago, my husband and I had the opportunity to visit Italy. The land was beautiful and rich in history and the residents were kind and helpful.
However, it was obvious to everyone, including ourselves, that we didn’t belong there. We couldn’t speak the language and would have been lost without a guide.
A plus to this trip was that even though we were on the other side of the world, we were able to worship with local Christians. Brothers and sisters in Christ who didn’t always understand everything we said, but went out of their way to make us feel loved, regardless of the fact that we may never see each other again this side of Heaven.
Being able to see the sights of that country was amazing. Yet, walking into our house was a relief that cannot be described. We were home and we were glad.
A trip to Europe, or even one a few hours down the road, isn’t much different than the journey we’re all taking now. Life is one grand adventure on Earth, yet Christians are just passing through. This world is not our home.
The people here speak a different language, one that consists of lies, curses, and foul words. It drips with evil plots and when it does mention our Lord, it usually does so blasphemously.
The goals of this planet don’t involve our God. They are self-centered, greedy, and pointless. Success is measured by finances and reputation not by love or mercy.
The entertainment here is sordid and the dress code is inappropriate. All of these are daily reminders that we are visitors with a different set of values and should give us a strong desire to go home.
There will come a day when the Christians of this world will be able to take a wonderful, final trip. What a day that will be!
May we keep our guidebook close, our feet aimed toward Heaven, and never become comfortable in this world. After all, we’re just tourists (Philippians 3:20).
by Paula Harrington