Confession: After I hit the end of my rope and began to allow Him to pull me slowly back up, one of the things I found most confusing was what to do with the longing for heaven. Is it wrong? Am I now supposed to love life so much that I never yearn for anything better?
The earth is groaning. The saints are watching. The Spirit and the Bride say “Come.”
Those of you who are young and strong, full of the joie de vivre, may not grok the yearning. You may find it chafing. Or ridiculous. Or artificially conjured up. You have experienced it only in brief, fleeting moments of spiritual fervor–or temporary insanity.
But let’s not be too hard on the people (or songs) that hunger and thirst for heaven… even when they don’t say it right.
For those who are very old or very tired, it is more than a fleeting whim. It is a deep-seated ache, like the way Jews feel about Israel. “Next year in Jerusalem,” they say, and it’s more than a cute phrase. It embodies the yearning of generations, the need to return, the tie to a homeland.
It’s okay. It’s more than okay.
And it’s different from thumbing your nose at the earth on the way out–this earth He gave everything to reclaim, this earth He’s coming back to redeem.
We are not Buddhists who long for a disembodied-spirit nothingness. We do not yearn for annihilation, but for redemption. We yearn for restoration—for the wrongs made right, the bodies resurrected, the earth made new.
Do not let your yearning paralyze; let it empower.
No guilt in life, no fear in death
This is the power of Christ in me
From life’s first cry to final breath
Jesus commands my destiny
No power of hell, no scheme of man
Can ever pluck me from His hand
Till He returns or calls me home
Here in the power of Christ I’ll stand.
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