I was homeless on Labor Day weekend. That statement is a little bit of an exaggeration, and I was homeless for a very good reason. Tami hosted a retreat with the Parakaleo Network.
During the long weekend, seven ladies (plus Tami) came from all across the country to learn about coming alongside others in their journeys and coaching with a gospel lens. As I came through the house on Sunday morning before church (I wasn’t completely kicked out, haha), there were giant post it notes on virtually every door and wall space in every room. I read through some of them and wished I had been allowed to attend!
The kids and I moved to our mission team space in Farmingdale and Louie stayed with a friend who has kept him before. We had beds, a hot shower, and a kitchen where we could cook our meals, so we weren’t living on the streets like truly homeless people live.
As I was thinking about the experience of the weekend, it caused me to think about Jesus and his ministry here on earth. At one point, he talked about his own lack of a place to call home. Matthew records these words in Matthew 8:18-20
18 When Jesus saw the crowd around him, he instructed his disciples to cross to the other side of the lake. 19 Then one of the teachers of religious law said to him, “Teacher, I will follow you wherever you go.” 20 But Jesus replied, “Foxes have dens to live in, and birds have nests, but the Son of Man has no place even to lay his head.”
Foxes have a place to live. The birds have a nest for protection. But Jesus, the Son of Man and the Savior of mankind had no place to call home. In truth, Jesus had left his heavenly home to come to earth. He had left his rightful place of honor to become a lowly servant. He knew that this world wasn’t his home. But guess what, it isn’t supposed to be our home either. Look at what Peter writes in 1 Peter 2
11 Dear friends, I warn you as “temporary residents and foreigners” to keep away from worldly desires that wage war against your very souls.12 Be careful to live properly among your unbelieving neighbors. Then even if they accuse you of doing wrong, they will see your honorable behavior, and they will give honor to God when he judges the world.
As followers of Jesus, we are just as homeless as Jesus was. We are aliens, strangers, foreigners. Oh, we live here for now, but this world isn’t our home. It isn’t our ultimate destination. We are made for something greater. As followers of Jesus, heaven is our home. I love our life and ministry here here on Long Island, but I look forward to one day going home!