Ever since becoming a Christian, I’ve heard we are pilgrims. Being a pilgrim means, I/we are just passing through this life. We aren’t here to stay. I know in younger years it felt like that wasn’t true. It felt like I would just be living here on earth and nothing much seemed to change.
Life has a way of lulling me to sleep spiritually. There have been long periods of life where everything is the same. For example my first nineteen years were all lived at one address, with both parents and a sister and brother. There were a few tragedies along the way but nothing that really changed my little world.
Then Gayle and I got married and everything changed. We lived in a different town, our own apartment. My sister was off in another place, and what I knew growing up was totally different. Life has been that way all the way till the present. Seven, ten maybe slightly more years all very similar with little variance and I get lulled into thinking it will always be like this. Then wham, a defining moment a life changing event happens and reminds me, this life is like being a transient vagabond.
But the transient vagabond is here with a purpose. To glorify God in all I do, to enjoy life and live it fully and introduce as many people as possible to the Savior along the journey. This world is not my home, I’m just a passin through!
My mom’s home going was one of those defining moments that snapped me awake again to realize life here is not the ultimate prize. Life here can be chasing the wind, empty or it can be filled with purpose and full.