If I find in myself a desire which no experience in this world can satisfy, the most probable explanation is that I was made for another world.
Time is our country of exile; how do we get home to eternity?
He has made everything beautiful in its time. He has also set eternity in the hearts of men…
We do not want merely to see beauty, though, God knows, even that is bounty enough. We want something else which can hardly be put into words — to be united with the beauty we see, to pass into it, to receive it into ourselves, to bathe in it, to become part of it…
… At present we are on the outside of the world, the wrong side of the door. We discern the freshness and purity of morning, but they do not make us fresh and pure. We cannot mingle with the splendours we see. But all the leaves of the New Testament are rustling with the rumour that it will not always be so. Some day, God willing, we shall get in.
This Week’s Special
What a beautiful home, God-of-the-Angel-Armies!
I’ve always longed to live in a place like this,
Always dreamed of a room in Your house,
where I could sing for joy to God-alive!
… And how blessed all those in whom You live,
whose lives become roads You travel;
They wind through lonesome valleys, come upon brooks,
discover cool springs and pools brimming with rain!
God-traveled, these roads curve up the mountain, and
at the last turn—Zion! God in full view!
Psalm 84:1-2, 5-6 The Message