This world is not my home.

Welcome to Unseen today. You might have noticed that life is hard. Did you ever wonder why? Read on.

This World Is Not My Home

We look for a city whose builder and maker is God. Hebrews 11:10

I am not a good outdoor person. I was not good outdoors as a teenager and I am not a good outdoor mother. I particularly dislike camping.  I don’t like being hot, being bitten by bugs, or being uncomfortable. This is pretty much the description of camping. When my kids were little after a Boy Scout camping trip they convinced me to sleep in the tent in the back yard. I made several discoveries. I discovered that while global warming may or may not be true, I believe the ground has become much harder than it used to be when we were camping out in Girl Scouts.  I discovered that while air mattresses start out comfortable they often leak and you wake up in a dip. I also discovered that two little boys take up a lot of room in a tent. . We were crammed in like the proverbial sardines. The cars whooshed by outside and I could not get in a position where the street light was not in my eyes. I tried to get my husband to participate in the next back yard campout, but I think he was smart enough to refuse.

Motor homes were not that much better.  One year we went on a mission trip to an Indian reservation in Arizona. There were lots of really neat things that week but the motor home was not one of them. Many people had their own motor homes or campers, or borrowed them. We ended up in the main one where the cooking was done and people gathered. We were crowded and had to keep things really clean, but what I remember most was that for some reason we were not allowed to use the bathroom in the motor home. We had to hike down to the chapter house ¼ mile away to use the bathroom or “Shower” with the water hose and a drain in the floor. 

What was the main problem with these settings? Besides the cramped quarters and rustic conditions, they were not home. It was not that bad I suppose, but they were only temporary. (Thank goodness) I was SOOO glad to be in my own bed and my own bathroom.

Well, we are in a temporary home here. There is a reason that we are not comfortable and feel out of place in this world. In Hebrews 13:5 we read For here we do not have an enduring city, but we are looking for the city that is to come. Jesus said in John 14 My Father’s house has many rooms; if that were not so, would I have told you that I am going there to prepare a place for you? And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come back and take you to be with me that you also may be where I am. Hebrews 11, the faith chapter, shows us this. All these people were still living by faith when they died. They did not receive the things promised; they only saw them and welcomed them from a distance, admitting that they were foreigners and strangers on earth.

This world is really tough to live in, but like we park our motor homes and roll up our tents, someday we will be in our true home. Fight the good fight.