Sunday Supernaturally: A Taste of Home

All these people died still believing what God had promised them. They did not receive what was promised, but they saw it all from a distance and welcomed it. They agreed that they were foreigners and nomads here on earth. Obviously people who say such things are looking forward to a country they can call their own. If they had longed for the country they came from, they could have gone back. But they were looking for a better place, a heavenly homeland. That is why God is not ashamed to be called their God, for he has prepared a city for them.

(Hebrews 11:13-16 NLT)

This last week I saw pictures of Bolshevik mobs attacking a statue of Abraham Lincoln because it was racist.  Epidemic measures in our city were re-instituted because our hospitals are filling up again.  Major American cities are voting to abolish their police departments as groups of communists, winos, and thugs take control of sections of their downtowns.  Now there is a move afoot to demolish Mount Rushmore.  I watched a national convention online and realized how much I miss in-person ministry.  I have never felt so out of place on this planet!

I remember my first trip to Haiti.  After 10 days in the jungle doing services and medical clinics in the most impoverished of conditions, we made it back to Port-au-Prince.  That afternoon we went to the Baptist Mission and got a pretty good imitation of a hamburger and fries. There was even air conditioning. I sat with my friend, Dave Larkin and for a moment felt almost normal.  It was like a letter from home, a down payment on the promise that there was a better place ahead.

Today is Sunday, and I believe I’ll be able to gather with the saints, be-masked though they be, to worship the King of the Kingdom of which I am a citizen My prayer is that God will intervene to save our nation. It may not be perfect, but this system has produced the greatest wealth for the greatest number of any nation in history.  It is the last shining light of individual liberty, and I hate to see it destroyed.  I believe we will see the Hand of the Lord sweep into history one more time and bring revival to our land.  In the meantime, I am looking for my heavenly homeland.  In church today, I plan to get a little taste of the wonders that lie ahead.  Lord, give us a little breath from Your Spirit, a little meat from your Word, a little foretaste of Home.