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After two weeks on the road, I’ve finally made it back to where I started – home.

The World As We See It

As we were driving through downtown Seattle today, I felt a sort of relaxed heart in me knowing that I was going to be done being a tourist for a while now. 

Although I was born in New York, I cannot consider myself a New Yawker any longer. Seattle is my hometown now, it’s where I matured and came to a better understanding of this world. But even though I call this “Emerald City” my home, my true home is made of gold. And there’ll be no more rain, and not even a sun. It’ll be lit by the glory of the One who saved me by His grace.

I’ve been thinking since I left the Camporee, mostly about how much I enjoyed it but also how I’ll miss everyone, especially the friends I met – old and new. I’ll miss being able to walk up to someone on the street and just talk about how much God has blessed us, or to feel safe giving free hugs to people, or to grab someone's shoulder and just pray with them. I’ll miss just plain laughing with the random person next to me, or saying “happy Sabbath” to anyone I walked by.

I wrote in a previous post called “Camporee recap” how on the last night I walked to the top of a hill and looked over the whole campgrounds. And I thought about Moses climbing up the mountain, seeing the Promised Land and how close it was to him and his people.  I thought about how we too as a church are wandering in the desert, when if by faith we can enter. We are so close, but why aren’t we there yet? 

Don’t get me wrong, I love the Camporee and everything, but I don’t want to go to another Camporee in Oshkosh. There’s a land that is fairer than day, and by faith we’ve seen it in Wisconsin. I would love nothing more than to be in heaven before the next Camporee, even better I would love to be in heaven before the 2010 General Conference Session in Atlanta, before the next Washington Conference Campmeeting, before.. it’s got to stop sooner or later. So if “we are called to stand, for such a time as this,” then we can’t be sitting down.

I know how I said that I made it home today, but in all full truth, I didn’t. I just don’t feel at home anymore, and I’m not sure I will be til my Jesus comes. Then I’ll know we finally made it.

So I hold on to that blessed hope. With a renewed spirit and a humbled heart, I’ll keep working for the kingdom of God. And I pray that we’ll all be there, in heaven – where my homes lies way beyond the blue.