My wife and I spent two weeks on vacation in Texas. We traveled without an agenda or a plan. We made each day up as we went along, and it was a wonderful adventure together.
We ate delicious food, visited historical places, shopped in unfamiliar stores, and walked on the beach. We spent two weeks in hotels and didn’t wash our own towels or sheets. At every place we stayed, breakfast was included, and I received no extra utility bills.
On one of the final days of our trip, we checked our phones to discover we were only three hours from home. I immediately turned to my wife and said, “Let’s go home.” To which she responded, “That sounds great.”
Despite all our travels, we love the feel of our own home. The familiar surroundings, our comfortable bed, the safety of knowing the neighbors, and the rest that comes from not having to travel anymore. While it doesn’t have all the benefits of traveling, it holds something intangible that we love.
My Bible reading this week included Hebrews 11, which contained this line about the patriarchs in the Old Testament. “For he was looking forward to the city with foundations, whose architect and builder is God.” (Heb 11:10)
As I read that verse, my mind made a simple paraphrase: They were longing for home.
Everyone who is a believer understands that this life can offer some wonderful things. But we also long for the day when we will come into the eternal city God has prepared for us. We have a longing for our true home.