In the past few hours, I’ve taken a big step into another world—or rather, to the other side of this earth. Upon entering the first airport, I got this same old feeling of rootlessness. My feet were no longer planted in the environment where I’d spent the past four months, nor were they set in the world to which I was going. I was on the journey, and life went on pause. Nothing seemed real except for the meals, movies, and vain attempts to sleep.
Lines from a couple of songs express my feeling and remind me of this present journey to my real and eternal Home:
“There is a joy in the journey…” (by Michael Card)
“And let this journey be my home…” (from “I Will Go,” by Steve Green and Douglas McKelvey)
On my journey, I am not in control. I stand in line as instructed, pass through inspections, sit in my assigned seat, endure delays). On my way to heaven, I am trying to learn gracious submission and flexibility to whatever situations God allows, knowing that it means growth in character and usefulness to Him.
On my journey, there are fellow travelers. Others are traveling with me to heaven—my brothers and sisters. I need to learn to love and serve them, enjoying the trip together.
My journey has a limit and a destination; it will not last forever. Whatever frustrations and difficulties I experience in this temporary life will be forgotten as soon as I step into that joyful new world.
God, give me grace to be sweet, patient, flexible, and useful to You, to make the most of this journey, however long it may be—for Your glory, for the benefit of my fellow travelers, and even for my own sweeter pleasure when I reach my Real Home.
Maranatha! Come Lord Jesus!