Greetings Dear Reader,
“But how can we sing the Lord’s song in a foreign land”
There is something about being in a country that is not your
home. Even if you are comfortable, you
are not in a place where you know the way of life. The government owes you nothing. You are surrounded by other humans but the
language, customs, food, and lifestyle may all be different.
Then, add to it that you cannot leave. Add also that you have no rights. Include persecution and death at the whim of
the rulers. Then, ask how you can sing
the Lord’s songs with joy and mirth. It might
be very difficult. It may even seem
impossible.
I have not been in this place. Any time I have been on foreign soil it has
been something good and enjoyable. There
is this, though, Dear Reader: We should be able to sing the Lord’s songs with
joy in any circumstance. There is no
place where the Son does not promise to be with us. We no longer have the mindset of a temple in
our homeland that is the seat of our faith and following.
There is no location where I cannot focus on the Father and
his love. There is no context in which I
cannot find the grace to enable me to sing to the Father in love. There is no situation where I am unable to
choose to accept the circumstance and see beyond them to where I truly belong.
I think that we forget that any circumstance, no matter how
painful is temporary. Any trouble seems
difficult whilst in it. The pain of
things distracts us from the truth of things.
Nothing about this place is our home.
We are on a journey Dear Reader.
We are all on our way back to God.
There are times when the problems of this world try to overwhelm us. We are held prisoner by the pain and
longing.
For now, I journey alone most of the time. My dark passenger has driven away most of my
fellow travelers. The song it that truth,
Dear Reader is that when I sit under a willow to rest, there is always room
for you as well. I refuse to see only
the circumstance as I did a year ago. I
wish to continue to shed my heart and mind of things that hinder the
journey. I still long for some of the
things that are missing and sometimes the song is more like a dirge. Still, I can find the joy even there when I
remember that this is only the pre-show.
What matters eternally comes next.
Feel free to keep traveling with me or sitting with me as
needed Dear Reader. If you cannot sing,
I will sing for both of us until you can.
I promise it will not sound too bad.
Pilgrims
to the City of God – Michael Card
Pilgrims of passion we follow the One
Who holds out a cross and a crown
We travel a dark road that has but one Light
For we have here no lasting town
Sometimes we run by the power of His might
On our own, at the best, we can plod
What we hopefully look for is just beyond sight
We are pilgrims to the city of God
The stigma of strangers lost in a strange land
In a fallen world that's not our home
But we are not homeless prodigals here
Because we have someplace to go
Sometimes we run by the power of His might
On our own, at the best, we can plod
What we hopefully look for is just beyond sight
We are pilgrims to the city of God
Behold you have come to Mount Zion
The City of Great King
To thousands and thousands of angels who've come
Assembled to joyfully sing, they sing
Sometimes we run by the power of His might
On our own, at the best, we can plod
What we hopefully look for is just beyond sight
We are pilgrims to the city of God
Wishing you joy in the journey,
Aramis Thorn
Mat 13:52 So Jesus said to them, "That is why every
writer who has become a disciple of Christ’s rule of the universe is like a
homeowner. He liberally hands out new and old things from his great treasure
store.”
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