Friday, September 11, 2009

Where's My Home?

From Blog09


No matter where I roam,
Nor what my riches are,
This world is not my home.
No, mine is greater far.

In heaven I belong.
Though I'm still living here,
I know it won't be long:
My Savior will appear.

The dead in Christ will rise
To meet him in the air--
I'll join him in the skies.
What joy in meeting there!

But our citizenship is in heaven, and from it we await a Savior, the Lord Jesus Christ...
--Philippians 3:20, ESV

2 comments:

Ρωμανός ~ Romanós said...

This poem brought to mind, as a kind of antithesis, the title of a book I heard of but have no interest in reading, "Heaven Is Not My Home," by Paul Marshall.

I know where he's going with his book, basically a "stewardship of the earth" kind of ideology and a this-sidedness of the Christian life. This aspect of the Christian life is not lost on the Orthodox because we, like the Jews we are closely related to, also have a sort of "instinct" about responsible life in this world, making the most of earthly life rather than "giving it all up" for some vision of "heaven." But it still surprised me (and us) when I heard of the book, because to give it such a title is "not to be done" because it contradicts scripture so blatantly. It seems to us that what he writes about is already better documented already, especially in authors like C. S. Lewis and even earlier "fathers of the Church", as well as in the Bible itself. To use a title like that is provocative, but after reading the book, is anyone any better off? And of those who don't read it, but just know the title, what of us?

I love your poetry, and this poem in particular, because, unlike many of the Christian writers in these last days, you stay very close to the Word of God, and that is why your writing is beneficial and edifying as well as beautiful.

Thanks as always, for sharing these poems with us.

Jim Swindle said...

Anything that points us back to the Lord and to his word--without twisting it--is of value. Anything that just points to ourselves and our quirks and our desires is usually of little value.