I Hear

I hear home calling. My mobile phone rings and as I look at my phone and I can see that the call is coming from home. I have been away from home for several weeks now. I love being with other members of my family and they have looked after me so well while I have been sick. However, now that I am starting to feel better I WANT TO GO HOME. I want to sleep in my own bed, watch my own television, eat from my own pantry and see my own garden. (No, I won’t be able to do anything but I just want to go home).

These things are familiar, they are mine and I want them around me again. When I was sick it didn’t matter where I was, I just wanted to be cared for.

There is of course another home that one day will call me. The desire to be there is of course very different to what I am experiencing right now. I have never been there; all I know about the physical attributes of my real home is what I read in Revelation. I’m afraid my imagination just cannot put those words into any sort of picture that I can relate to. It is home to me because so many of my friends and family (particularly my mum) are already there waiting for me.

Besides who wouldn’t want to live in a perfect world forever, I know that I want to when my time comes. I also know that when I have completed the work that God has for me to do here on earth I will be really ready to go home but for the present I’d like to say with Paul: “For to me, to live is Christ and to die is gain. But if I am to live on in the flesh, this will mean fruitful labor for me; and I do not know which to choose.” Philippians 1:21-22.