Monday, September 15, 2014
There is another country
But I have been remembering in the last couple of days that this is normal. It is right that we love the things around us, including the countries into which we find ourselves born; but all such things pass away. I have been pondering the patriarchs as they are described in Hebrews 11. They were reminded of the fact that they were strangers and exiles in the earth by their literal wandering; they did not have possession of the homeland they had been promised. But they could have gone back to the places they had left behind. They did not do so, because they desired a better country, a heavenly one, a city which God has prepared. This is what I am preaching to myself, in case things go badly on Thursday: your citizenship never was really here, in this place; your love for this homeland is just an echo of the desire for another, true home; if all this goes, your identity is essentially untouched, because it is in Christ.
After all, if the UK endured to the final day, it would still be shaken and removed in the end, and I look for a Kingdom that cannot be shaken forever.