Going Home
This space had a different post earlier, until I heard this song by Sarah Groves.
She aptly describes this strange feeling that I too get sometimes. A feeling of restlessness yet sometimes a feeling of unusual peace and certainty.
The other day, I was requested to conduct a memorial service of a young girl who had died in an accident. The service began with an air of loss and uncertainty and a feeling of something that had gone immensely wrong. But, as we started looking at the words of assurance of our our final home...and started affirming our faith in this fact...and the price that Jesus had paid so that we might not perish...the feeling within the room changed to that of peace and hope. A hope of life beyond...a hope that we will meet again and most importantly, Jesus has prepared an everlasting place for peace and rest after our journeys here.
Here's the lyrics to Sarah's song:
Going Home
Going Home
Chorus: Going home, I'll meet you at the table. Going home, I'll meet you in the air.
You are never too young to think about it. Oh, I cannot wait to be home . I'm confined by my senses to really know what you are like. You are more than I can fathom, more than I can guess, and more than I can see with human sight. . But I have felt you with my spirit. I have felt you fill this room. This is just an invitation, a sample of the whole, and I cannot wait to be going home. . Chorus . Face to face how can it be? Face to face how can it be? Face to face how can it be?
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