Temporarily Homeless

Hey – I’m in Hebrews right now and you know what that means? It’s FAITH week here at the Blog o’ Bo, that’s what! Take a look at this crazy verse:

Each one of these people of faith died not yet having in hand what was promised, but still believing. They saw it way off in the distance, waved their greeting, and accepted the fact that they were transients in this world. Hebrews 11:13ish (the Message, so who really knows what verse it is?)

This is hard for me to read without weeping. The idea of Abraham, as he breathes his last, waving a wrinkled hand at the nation of Israel he would never see…or Moses, standing at the top of Mt. Nebo and giving a sharp salute to the Promised Land he would never enter…or Jesus, as the last of His life flowed out of Him, catching a glimpse of…you. And me. Brilliant.

I’m trying to develop an unshakable understanding that I – though blessed to occupy a two-story house in a beautiful city – am still quite homeless. My time here is transitory at best and if my roots go down too deep in my temporary location, my passion will get diverted to less-worthy things. Let’s face it, I’m on my way out of here – so some of the things that I’m believing for will only be seen from my rocking chair on the front porch of eternity. Someday I will see a generation flipping the world upside down, and I will smile and wave and say, “I am a part of that, because I believed.”

Gotta have faith,

Bo