This World is Not My Home

The year 2005 has been a very nomadic year for me. I have lived, or rather stayed, in four places this year. I started out the year at Dimaggio's abode, moved to Japan at the beginning of April, and returned home late July. Now, on the eve of my return into perhaps a more stable life, I find myself at Matt Gambill's place for the time being.

My point being is that I have not been in one place long enough to become completely familiar with my surroundings or settle down. I have more or less learned to be mobile and roll with the punches, however they might fall. Yet, during the course of it all, God has provided for me whether it be with help on air fares, income from Japan, or someone providing me a place to stay until I got back on my feet.

It makes me think of a verse in the Bible that goes "Foxes have holes and birds of the air have nests, but the Son of Man has no place to lay his head." What must have it been like to be Jesus? Undoubtedly he had no health insurance, no retirement plan, and no monthly income. Shoot, he perhaps didn't even know where his next meal would come from! But he always knew that his father provided for the birds and the lilies of the ground, so surely God would provide for him.

Jesus knew his time on this earth was short. He knew that this world was not his home and that he was just a passing through, if you will. And I think its important to live like that as well. I'm sure over the next few months and years my material possessions will once again pile up and I may one day have a dresser and bookshelf to put my clothes and books on. And over time I will have more gadgets and trinkets then I need. But I hope that as life stabilizes once again for me, as I save for retirement and have health coverage, as I look towards buying a house, I will remember that this world is not my home.

After all, I'm just a passing through.


Marc Blackwell said...

this is one area that we agree on. we're just here for the ride and whatever happens happens. but for now i'm ok. tomorrow ... who knows?

love ya brotha

Joy said...

Thank you for your words. I hope we can all comprehend the transient nature of this life and the fleeting luster all of our worldly possessions.