The years of my pilgrimage are a hundred and thirty Gen 47:9
These are the words of a heal grabber, blessing snatcher, stealer, cheater, deceiver, liar who changed gradually. He realizes the truth that his life is a pilgrimage, a sojourn. He understands who he really is, towards the fan end of his life. That he has been running frantically and uselessly all these years.
There is no permanent residency here on this earth, beloved one. We are all pilgrims. Hoarding up things or fame or name is futile. We have an inheritance to have up there in heaven, to be enjoyed for eternity.
My Father’s house has many rooms; if that were not so, would I have told you that I am going there to prepare a place for you? And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come back and take you to be with me that you also may be where I am. You know the way to the place where I am going.
John 14:2-4
Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moths and vermin destroy, and where thieves break in and steal. But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where moths and vermin do not destroy, and where thieves do not break in and steal. For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.
Matthew 6:19-21
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ReplyDeleteLord, let my every thought, word and deed be captivated by this reality. Amen
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