TfTD

 

I sat down to read the newspaper. Saturday, Sunday and Monday’s newspaper were unopened. I opened the Saturday paper and tossed it aside almost immediately. The Sunday and Monday papers were handled in a similar manner, all the while saying to myself, “The news is not news. It is nothing that we don’t already know.”

I read the newspaper regularly. I read about society and politics enough to know that we are not on the same page. I do not mean to compare myself with Jesus because I am far from being like Him, but He wasn’t on anybody’s page either. When Mary and Joseph came looking for Him, He told them that it was time that he be about His Father’s business. His Father’s business was on a different page. When He was on the Mount of Transfiguration and Peter wanted to build some stuff up there, Jesus quickly told Him that He wasn’t on that page. And the question that I have about me is, “Am I on a different page because I am a Christian, and did God put me there? or am I just in a funk?” I feel like I am on a different page. I literally do not feel at home in this world anymore.

There is a beautiful song. I had never heard it before. Deacon Oliver Brown use to sing it when he was leading the worship in our Church. I have changed the word’s in bold to fit me. It goes:

“This world is not my home

I’m just a-passing through

My treasures are laid up

Somewhere beyond the blue.

The angels beckon me

From heaven’s open door

And I don’t feel at home in this world anymore.

O Lord, you know

I hae no friend like you.

If heaven’s not my home

Then Lord what will I do.

The angels beckon me

From heaven’s open door

And I don’t feel at home in this world anymore.

I have a loving father

Just up in Gloryland

And I don’t expect to stop

Until I shake his hand.

He’s waiting now for me

In heaven’s open door

And I don’t feel at home in this world anymore.