The wait of glory

I was driving home yesterday with Jenny and Deacon. We had been swimming at a country club here in Lubbock. It was nice. Beautiful pool, shade. If you got hungry or thirsty you just ask a gal walking around to get you a coke or a club sandwich and put it on your tab. In our case, someone else's - a very generous someone's - tab. Not bad. As a matter of fact, it was good. And a great time. But it got me thinking.

We're heading out to Guatemala because we want to. We're excited about it. We're not trudging off to suffer as global nomads for Jesus. We're just going where He wants us and we want to go. But there are some things we will miss out on. We won't have a country club membership. Honestly, what we'll miss out on is comfort and familiarity. And while it seems really holy to forgo those for the sake of the call, there's a part of me that likes comfort and familiarity. But how important is all that and what am I willing to neglect or ignore in order to maintain a 'comfortable life'?

All this comes I guess from something in Hebrews that's stuck in my thinker:

The high priest carries the blood of animals into the Most Holy Place as a sin offering, but the bodies are burned outside the camp. 12And so Jesus also suffered outside the city gate to make the people holy through his own blood. 13Let us, then, go to him outside the camp, bearing the disgrace he bore. 14For here we do not have an enduring city, but we are looking for the city that is to come.
Heb. 13:11-14

We're strangers and aliens here. I said we were driving home, but really, home isn't in Lubbock or Flower Mound or Guatemala. It's in that "enduring city". Here on planet earth we're called to bear the disgrace He bore. That doesn't sound very comfortable. But it's not supposed to be a burden either. 1 John 5:3 says "This is love for God: to obey his commands. And his commands are not burdensome,". Yeowch.

It's sad, really, that I have to grieve the loss of comfort and stuff. I wish I didn't but I also know that there is something more important. Loving my God. He is better. His way is better. It's not always clear and it's not easy, but it's not a burden either. The burden (yoke) of the Lord Jesus is easy and light. It's freedom. How backwards does that seem? The yoke of freedom. But that's reality. That's life - eternal life - and I want to live it here and now.

Really living life here on earth means suffering in one way or another. And we don't like to suffer, at least I don't. But it's not forever. We're not yet in our "enduring city" but we can live in the freedom of eternity. How incredible is that?


Zach said...

The Bible doesn't really talk about comfort in the way we think of it. Comfort isn't relaxing in a recliner on a lazy Sunday afternoon. It is something God gives you while you are in the line of fire.

Lindsay said...

You will find your comfort in the knowledge that you are doing what is right. I'm very proud of you guys. You are strong and able and will find your place.
I have some American friends with Wycliffe in Ghana who've lived in dirt floor huts for 30 years. They sacrificed all their American comforts, but found new ones. They raised wonderful children there, who are now more comfortable raising their own families in Africa than in the US. It was just a matter of finding prospective.

Danielle said...

Just wanted to let you guys know that we are on our way! We've made it safely to California. We're here until Tuesday, when we'll fly over the ocean. We're sooo glad we got to skype with you the other day. We love you lots!