The Pilgrim Home (Hebrews 11:13)
“they were strangers and pilgrims on the earth”
I grew up a citizen of the US, lived in its culture for 20 years before experience life as a foreigner for several months, in Costa Rica, and one year in Saudi Arabia. At age 31, with my bride at my side, we journeyed to Poland, and have spent ten years in a foreign land. Though it has been ten years, there are constant reminders that Poland is not our home. Yet neither is America. Though citizens of the US, after years abroad, returning often brings heaps of culture shock. We fall now in that sub category of feeling trapped between two or more cultures, able to comfortably move within their borders, but not feeling at home in them. Each trip back is like stepping into a culture that seems more and more unfamiliar. The places, the talk, the mindset, the value system, the goals all seem strange. Why is that? Because it is no longer home. It is simply a place, though once familiar, now a place to pass through. Though once considered a fair place to settle, now considered a passing dream.
A pilgrim is one who journeys in foreign lands. Where, then, is home? It is where Christ dwells. He dwells in heaven above and that is our final home. But he also dwells in the heart of those who love him. While walking the pilgrim journey, Christ will be my home. And one day, he will bring me to his eternal home.
“So then ye are no more strangers and sojourners, but ye are fellow-citizens with the saints, and of the household of God” (Ephesians 2:19)
“ Thy statutes have been my songs In the house of my pilgrimage.” (Psalm 119:54)
“And Jacob said unto Pharaoh, The days of the years of my pilgrimage are a hundred and thirty years: few and evil have been the days of the years of my life, and they have not attained unto the days of the years of the life of my fathers in the days of their pilgrimage.” (Genesis 47:9)
MAS