“You’re not from around here, are you?” I get that a lot. When I moved to Chattanooga in 1967 to go to college, my roommates said that I talked like a Yankee. But when I moved to Michigan in 1971 to be near my fiancée, a lady at the church said that I talked like a hillbilly. I am from Maryland and my parents are from West Virginia, so my accent is a rather mixed one. But whether I sound like a Yankee or a hillbilly depends on where you are from, not me. The truth is, I am just a pilgrim passing through on my way to heaven. This world is not my home. My home is not Michigan, Tennessee, Maryland, nor West Virginia; my home is heaven, and I am nearer that home each day that I live. Paul said in II Corinthians 5:6&8, “Therefore we are always confident, knowing that, whilst we are at home in the body, we are absent from the Lord: We are confident, I say, and willing rather to be absent from the body, and to be present with the Lord.” I am like Paul; I am at home in my body here, but I wish I were at home with my dear Lord. And even if I live to be an old, old man, I will be at home with my Lord very soon. Hey, are you ready to meet Him? Is heaven your ultimate home? I hope so. Message me if you aren’t sure about your eternal home. Let’s talk.
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