Longing for Home from This Far Country

Saturday Afternoon Musings

It is usually in the extremes of life that my longing for home becomes almost palpable. When my joy is so full, like …

  • when my children were born,
  • when they tell me of their love for Christ,
  • when I see them living out their faith,
  • when I gaze at my wife and see her love for me reflected back,
  • when I get to play with my grandchildren,
  • when I see the way “the two marrieds” love their spouses,
  • when I sit with elderly saints and talk about nothing but Christ because nothing else matters to them,
  • when the worship team and the congregation feed off one another’s praises and Christ is exalted—

these are times when my heart seems like it is going to burst and I want to go home and tell Jesus how thankful I am for the life he has given.  

On the other hand, there are times when the wickedness of the world like …

  • when hundreds of girls are kidnapped by Moslem extremists, raped, and sold into slavery,
  • when the nation is run by bureaucrats rather than leaders with integrity,
  • when racial strife tears cities apart,
  • when the husbands beat wives and children grow up fatherless,
  • when I see the dysfunction of families as the result of generational sin and abuse,
  • when I see families grieving the choices of their children,
  • when elected officials lie with impunity and forget the constitution they are sworn to uphold,
  • when the church is wracked by scandal and is prayerless and apathetic—

these too are times when my heart longs for release from this far country and deepens my yearning for home, our true home, where tears are wiped away and all sorrow ceases. 

Today it hit me at a surprising time. At the graveside of WWII vet and his bride, both dying within months of one another after over 60 years of loving and living well and dieing in Christ. And I thought of my mom and dad, who live with Jesus rather than this far country. And I long to see them again far from here. Resurrection hope is a glorious truth.

Enjoy this link to Andrew Peterson’s song, The Far Country. Lyrics and video follow.

Andrew Peterson 3The Far Country
by Andrew Peterson (2005)

Father Abraham
Do you remember when
You were called to a land
And didn’t know the way

‘Cause we are wandering
In a foreign land
We are children of the
Promise of the faith

And I long to find it
Can you feel it, too?
That the sun that’s shining
Is a shadow of the truth

This is a far country, a far country
Not my home

In the dark of the night
I can feel the shadows all around me
Cold shadows in the corners of my heart

But the heart of the fight
Is not in the flesh but in the spirit
And the spirit’s got me shaking in the dark

And I long to go there
I can feel the truth
I can hear the promise
Of the angels of the moon

This is a far country, a far country
Not my home

I can see in the strip malls and the phone calls
The flaming swords of Eden
In the fast cash and the news flash
And the horn blast of war
In the sin-fraught cities of the dying and the dead
Like steel-wrought graveyards where the wicked never rest
To the high and lonely mountain in the groaning wilderness
We ache for what is lost
As we wait for the holy God
Of Father Abraham

I was made to go there
Out of this far country
To my home, to my home

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