Walking toward the rising su

by Paula Harrington

Siri can be helpful but also infuriating. And it doesn’t help that she has a major problem understanding my West Kentucky accent. I needed her to dial my home number recently as I drove so I asked her nicely only to have her respond with a bit of an attitude, “Which home? You have 13!”

I don’t really have thirteen homes, but apparently I included the word home to some of my contact’s numbers much to the dismay of my digital assistant.

While thinking about home, I couldn’t stop my mind from going to that one stress free, tear free, joyful, and permanent home. I haven’t been there yet, but I hear it’s amazing. No darkness, life-shattering diagnoses, divorce, abused children, addiction, or death. Only light.

In this day and age, when reading the newspaper can turn your stomach, we need the thought of that home more than ever. We need to know that there is a better place, a brighter day and a peace so powerful that it can never be shaken. The kind of peace that comes from standing face to face with the one who gave his life for us.

I want to go home. Sometimes it’s basically out of selfishness. This world can be exhausting. There is too much drama and too much pain. I’m tired of seeing and reading about heartache. I don’t want to have to go to my knees and with tears beg for Cancer not to wreck havoc on someone I love. I’m tired of reading about broken souls taking guns into crowded places. I don’t want to see one more starving child. I just want to go home.

Yet there are other times when I realize that my mission is yet to be accomplished. There are still lost souls seeking the Savior. There are still people who need to be loved. There is still much work to be done. But when the time is here, I’m ready. No looking back. No hanging on to this broken, dark world. I’m ready for the cloudless days. I’m ready for home.

3 thoughts on “Home

  1. In his book, Talking With My Father: Jesus Teaches on Prayer, the late Ray Stedman writes,

    “An old missionary couple had been working in Africa for years and were returning to New York to retire. They had no pension; their health was broken; they were defeated, discouraged, and afraid. They discovered they were booked on the same ship as President Teddy Roosevelt, who was returning from one of his big-game hunting expeditions.
    “No one paid any attention to them. They watched the fanfare that accompanied the President’s entourage, with passengers trying to catch a glimpse of the great man.
    “As the ship moved across the ocean, the old missionary said to his wife, ‘Something is wrong. Why should we have given our lives in faithful service for God in Africa all these many years and have no one care a thing about us? Here this man comes back from a hunting trip and everybody makes much over him, but nobody gives two hoots about us.’

    “‘Dear, you shouldn’t feel that way,’ his wife said.
    “‘I can’t help it; it doesn’t seem right.’ “When the ship docked in New York, a band was waiting to greet the President.

    “The mayor and other dignitaries were there. The papers were full of the President’s arrival, but no one noticed this missionary couple. They slipped off the ship and found a cheap flat on the East Side, hoping the next day to see what they could do to make a living in the city.

    “That night the man’s spirit broke. He said to his wife, ‘I can’t take this; God is not treating us fairly.’
    “His wife replied, ‘Why don’t you go in the bedroom and tell that to the Lord?’

    “A short time later he came out from the bedroom, but now his face was completely different. His wife asked, ‘Dear, what happened?’

    “‘The Lord settled it with me,’ he said. ‘I told him how bitter I was that the President should receive this tremendous homecoming, when no one met us as we returned home. And when I finished, it seemed as though the Lord put his hand on my shoulder and simply said, ‘But you’re not home yet!'”

    -from a sermon by the late Dave Redick

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