Safe, innocent, and happy. Have you ever felt that? When was the last time? How long did it last?
A few of us grew up in an environment that allowed us to feel safe, that protected innocence, and with people among whom we felt happy. Many of us didn’t. A real memory or an imagined hope, that feeling is what we’re all looking for. Peace. Harmony. Celebration.
We try to capture those feelings, in our American foodie culture, by celebrating with “good friends, good music, and good food.” I love a good party with interesting conversation and good food. And yet, those gatherings are only foretaste of the wedding supper of the Lamb, hosted by the Lord of Hosts.
We may find pockets and places where we feel safe and peaceful in this life. At parties. In intimate relationships. In worship. At prayer. And yet our great hope lies in God’s promise to bring us all the way home. Paul says, in 2 Corinthians 5:8, that he “would prefer to be away from the body and at home with the Lord.”
At home with Jesus. That’s where we will finally, truly, and forever, feel safe, innocent, and happy.
Jesus, we believe you are bringing us home. And yet, it’s hard to keep focused on those eternal realities. Open our eyes!