4. This is not my home.
My stay here in Oregon is like staying in a hotel room. My real Home awaits me.
When I stay in a hotel room, I live with few items, because I know that the real good beds, food, furniture, and treasure is stored up at my real home. I long to sleep in my own bed. I get excited to get home and enjoy real, home-cooked meals. I'm not satisfied to live in a hotel room forever; I long for my home.
I want to long for heaven this way. My life here isn't the end. I don't need lots of "stuff" here, because I'm busy investing in my eternal home.
Philippians 3:20 says this perfectly, "But our citizenship is in heaven. And we eagerly await a Savior from there, the Lord Jesus Christ."
One of my favorite songs is "Your Arrival" by Phil Wickham. The chorus says, "We are waiting, anticipating Your arrival, Your arrival. Voices raising, celebrating Your arrival, Your arrival." This is what I desire to see my life characterized by--an eager anticipation for heaven, and as a result a radical change in my view of life here.
"I must keep alive in myself the desire for my true country, which I shall not find till after death; I must never let it get snowed under or turned aside; I must make it the main object of life to press on to that other country and to help others to do the same."
- C.S. Lewis -
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