Living like a tourist …

Jose Luis Navajo shares the following fable in his book, “Mondays With My Old Pastor” …

“A tourist who was visiting a small village approached the house of a well-known wise man, and he was surprised to see that he lived in a small, humble room filled with books. The only pieces of furniture were a bed, a table, and a chair.”

“Where is the rest of your furniture?” the tourist asked?

“And where is yours?” the wise man answered back.

“Mine?” responded the tourist, surprised. “I’m only here for a short time.”

“Me too,” said the wise man.

That story reminds me of the words of an old hymn:

“This world is not my home, I’m just passing through,
my treasures are laid up somewhere beyond the blue.
The angels beckon me from heaven’s open door,
and I can’t feel at home in this world anymore.”

Some people do feel at home in this world … far too much. They make their comfort here a primary concern, as if they were settling in forever.

None of us are.

James describes our life on earth this way, “How do you know what your life will be like tomorrow? Your life is like the morning fog — it’s here a little while, then it’s gone,” James 4:14.

So then, how should we live?

Paul gives us a hint in Philippians 3:20, “But we are citizens of heaven, where the Lord Jesus Christ lives. And we are eagerly waiting for him to return as our Savior.”

What would a life eagerly awaiting the return of Jesus Christ look like … yours?

Scotty