The Journey Home
Going home…
As a child, I used to spend a couple of weeks during the summer at my grandparents’ farm, visiting with them, my aunts, uncles and cousins. I would miss my parents even as they pulled out of the long gravel driveway…and when they returned to pick me up at the end of my visit, I would miss my grandparents, aunts, uncles and cousins, as the my dad’s car pulled away again…this time with me in it.
It was a long two weeks. But it was so short! I never gave it much thought at the time, but there would come a day when those visits would end. The dust would settle on that long gravel driveway for the last time. My aunts, uncles and cousins still live nearby that old farmhouse…but my grandparents have long made the journey home.
As I recall, my grandpa was the first person that I have any real recollection of, concerning leaving this world for the next. Since then, there have been many. Each left in his or her own way. Each left many things and many people behind. Each was a surprise, whether it was “expected” or not. And, of course, each left an empty hole behind that can never be filled by another…
Recently, my oldest son experienced the sorrow of having a dear friend go home. For me, it’s harder to watch others experience and deal with this journey, than it is to deal with it myself, though neither is particularly pleasant. Today, I learned that the wife of a close friend of mine, also made that same journey. My friend’s wife, like my son’s friend, embarked on this journey at an early age.
Reflecting on some of these things, I recall some that have left us before they were even born…and I recall others who lived a long and fruitful life according to man’s standards. And there have been many in between. Each with a different impact on different lives.
Death has been a part of life since the fall in the garden. From the moment of conception in the womb, we face that journey. Some will make it sooner, some later. But once conceived, even as we grow and mature, we are headed, step by step, for the journey home. Each breath, each heartbeat takes us closer still. Ironically, for each birth certificate we issue, we also, unwittingly, create a tombstone.
What we don’t often realize…and sometimes it’s hard to keep in mind from this side of things…is that what we call “death”, God calls “a new birth”. It’s also ironic, that this journey we call “death”, is simply a driveway that leads from this life of filthy rags (Is. 64:6) to an eternal life in a glorified, immortal body without spot or blemish…to rest in the presence of our Father forever. Without this “death”…we can’t experience true Life.
The driveway that leads us home is a little different from the gravel driveway that led to my grandparents’ house. For one thing, there’s no dust or gravel on it. It’s clear as crystal. Made of gold so pure it’s transparent (Rev. 21:21).
If you were to take the driveway that leads to my grandparents’ house today, I’m pretty sure you’d find some rusty farm tools scattered around various barns and sheds. But at the end of this other driveway…this golden driveway…the one that leads home…you will find a place where “rust and moth do not destroy” (Matt. 6:20).
If you were to take the driveway to my grandparents’ house…you would drive it alone and simply follow the winding road until you get to the house. But when you take this other driveway…the one that leads home…you will be escorted by angels into the presence of Jesus (Luke 16:22).
In fact, I believe this driveway of pure gold will be lined with angels…and loved ones from this “life” who have made the journey before us. And I believe that each one will be grinning from ear to ear, whistling, cheering and welcoming us home in a way that we’ve never experienced before…
And I believe that while we are “still a long way off”…our Father, who is waiting for our arrival, will see us…and take off running as fast as He can…throw His arms around us and smother us with kisses (Luke 15:20). I believe He will call to His servants to “bring the best robe” and put it on us…that He will put sandals on our feet (Luke 15:22)…that He will prepare a feast to celebrate (Luke 15:23).
He will not give us the chance to beg forgiveness and will ignore our confessions of sins (Luke 15:21)…because forgiveness has already been given, and the confessions made when we accepted Jesus as our Savior. He has already put our sins as far as the east is from the west (Ps. 103:12) and He remembers them no more (Heb. 10:17). And that soon…soon, even we will forget what we once were…
Another difference between this golden driveway and the gravel road I took as a child…I always had to say good-bye when I was dropped off…and I always had to say good-bye when I was picked up. Here, in this life, there are always good-byes. And we never know which one may be the last we speak to someone. But when we get home, one of the greatest gifts we will receive, will be the gift of no more good-byes. No more. Ever.
The last good-bye we will speak will be to a world of filthy rags. Sadly, most of us will leave people behind that we love dearly…but it’s temporary. Soon, they will join us at home. With no more good-byes. They, too, will experience the angels lining both sides of the golden driveway. They, too, will see the Father running to greet them, arms wide open, calling for the best robe…
And you and I will be there. We’ll be among those lining the street as the angels escort them into the presence of God! We’ll be at the party! We will get to watch as the Father tenderly places the robe around their shoulders and slips the sandals on their feet…and we’ll always be there. All of us. With no more good-byes. Home at last…
It’s hard, sometimes, to remember that this life is a gift from God, when it’s so full of trials, failures and burdens. It’s hard, sometimes, to remember that we are “aliens and strangers in the world” (1 Pet. 2:11)…that this world is not our home. That we are just visiting here…
But hard to remember or not, it’s still true. This simply is our “womb” where we are being prepared for Life…
I love the way Paul put it:
“For while we are in this tent, we groan and are burdened, because we do not wish to be unclothed but to be clothed with our heavenly dwelling, so that what is mortal may be swallowed up by life.” (2 Cor. 5:4)
Think about what he’s saying! We groan and are burdened because we wish to be clothed with our heavenly dwelling…so that what is mortal may be swallowed up by life! “Death” is simply “being swallowed up by life”! Have you ever thought about this? Being swallowed up by life? WOW!!!
Maybe that’s why the wisest man who ever lived made this statement:
“A good name is better than fine perfume, and the day of death better than the day of birth.” (Eccl. 7:1)
Or maybe he said it because he knew that it’s better to be absent from the body, and to be present with the Lord (2 Cor. 5:8)
We forget that…
“But our citizenship is in heaven. And we eagerly await a Savior from there, the Lord Jesus Christ, who, by the power that enables him to bring everything under his control, will transform our lowly bodies so that they will be like his glorious body.” (Phil. 3:20,21)
We’re not LEAVING home when we make that final journey…we’re GOING home! FINALLY! We’re GOING home! We’re leaving filthy rags! Never to say good-bye again!
We forget. We forget because it hurts. We forget because we love those who make the journey before us and we’ll miss the blessings they were…the blessings they gave us. The huge role they played in our earthly life. We forget because…we’re selfish. We don’t want them to go. We want them here with us.
The shortest verse in the Bible is John 11:35.
“Jesus wept.”
Why did Jesus weep? Lazarus, whom Jesus loved had died. There are those who believe Jesus wept because Lazarus had died. That makes no sense to me, because Jesus already knew he was going to raise Lazarus from the dead. Others say he wept because of the grieving of Mary and Martha. Maybe. But again, he knew he was going to raise Lazarus and the tears would turn to joy…
Still others think Jesus wept because of the accusing way Mary spoke to him…or because of the lack of faith they may have expressed in that moment. But I think there’s another reason.
I believe Jesus wept because he knew where Lazarus was. He was in the presence of the saints that were gathered at Abraham’s bosom. He was at rest…a rest of glory beyond any glory this world had to offer. And I believe Jesus wept because he was about to take Lazarus away from this paradise…and bring him back to these filthy rags.
It was something that Jesus had to do in order to fulfill the will of the Father…but it was something that I believe he didn’t especially care to do…and I believe that doing it was something that weighed heavy on his heart…
I miss a lot of people that have taken that journey. I will be overwhelmed to see them again, I’m sure. I wish they were here…but I’m so glad they’re not. Knowing where they are, I’m not sure I could be as obedient as Jesus was if I was called upon to bring someone back to “life”…not to these filthy rags…
The journey home. Help us to remember, Lord, that we are the ones who are absent. Not those who have made the journey. Help us to remember that some day soon, we’ll all be home. No more good-byes. Ever.
Help us, Lord, to remember that this journey we call “death” is not death at all…but it’s being swallowed up by Life…
“For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life.”
Lord, thank you, that we shall never die…but that we shall be swallowed up by your eternal life…and that we will dwell there…in Life…in your presence…for all eternity.
Your humble, and most unworthy servant…
The filthy rag