In Transit

Sorry to have been so long since the last post, but we’ve moved several hundred miles from where we were since then.  The last post gave some idea of what we were doing in preparation for the move.

This post is a little bit about the other end of that move.  We have arrived and are in the process of getting everything moved in – sort of.  I’m sitting here looking out a picture window at a beautiful panorama of snow-covered mountains, though there’s no snow here, thankfully.  It’s 102 degrees outside, but the humidity is only 20%.  I don’t remember it getting that hot in the 18 years we lived in Indiana, but neither do I remember humidity anywhere that low!  I think I’ve mentioned that one of the TV weathermen back there considered 55% humidity to be “refreshing.”

I’ve lived in this state, on and off, for about 40 years.  I’m home.

And yet…

I’m not.

Scripture teaches that this world is not our final abode.  It teaches that there is life, or at least existence, after death.  That there are places called “heaven” or “hell.”  That only through the Lord Jesus Christ may we enter the one and avoid the other.  My body and my mind are still adjusting to all the changes, but one thing that will never change is the certainty that this life isn’t all that there is.

In a very real sense, I’m still “in transit”.

So are you.

“Believe on the Lord Jesus Christ, and you will be saved,” Acts 16:31.


A Forever Home



Two words that don’t really go together in this life.  As we use them, they just basically mean someplace permanent.  Often, they’re used for children being adopted to describe their new home.  But they’re not really “forever.”

As I sit here typing this, my chair, a table, a floor lamp and a desk are all that’s left in this combination living-dining room.  The dining room half is empty and you can see where the formal dining table, the china cabinet and another desk left their marks in the carpet.  Their “home,” too, was not forever.  But they are still with family, and, Lord willing, one day a sixth generation will sit and eat at that table.

We’ve lived here for 18 years.  I’m old enough that I fully expected to die in this house.  But nothing in this life is forever, and, Lord willing, in a few weeks, we’ll be done here and be starting a new chapter in life somewhere else.  Grandma will get to be grandma again and I, well, I’ll be getting used to a little one with way too much energy.  At the same time, though, they have cats. 🙂  Grandma’s not too excited about that, but I grew up around cats.  I love cats.

I don’t mean the last few sentences the way they might sound.  I’m looking forward to having another opportunity to teach a new generation.  At the same time, I have a new appreciation for my own grandmother.


There really is a forever home.

It’s called heaven.

During the last few days before His crucifixion, our Lord made a promise to His disciples.  He was trying to tell them that things were going to change drastically in a day or so, and that He was going to leave them.  He wouldn’t leave them orphans, but would send a Helper to be with them and in them.  He was going to prepare a place for them, so that where He was, they would one day be there, too, John 14:2, 3..

This will truly be their “forever home.”

So thus we shall always be with the Lord, 1 Thessalonians 4:17 NKJV.

Just as a coincidental note – when I accessed the Bible program I use on this computer to make certain of verses I want to refer to, it opened up with 1 Thessalonians 4:16, 17 as “verse of the day.”

I’m sure we really have no idea about what eternity will be like.  The only thing we know for certain is that the Lord Jesus will be there.  Nothing else really matters.

But there is a second forever place, as well.


We can’t really call it “home,” because it will be as far from the idea of home as one can get.  And we have no real idea what it will be like.

But it will be forever.