This World Not My Home

       I have felt sad since hearing about the tragedies in Connecticut.  Just sad, sad, sad.  I was in my sons classroom when I read about it.  Then I read a students paper that stated they didn't have enough money for a Christmas tree or food.  Then I was driving by a shopping center and saw a family of six standing there asking for money.  All I could do was cry, cry and cry some more.  I wondered what this world is coming to.  But it's been a crazy place all along and it's worse in other places.  I wanted to blame someone.  But there is not one specific person to blame for the madness.  Just sin.  Sin that started back in the Garden of Eden.  We can't blame parents completely, they are only part of the equation.  Adam and Eve had the perfect parent, God, himself and even they made a bad choice.  There is no one to blame, just sadness.  All of us come from dysfunctional or broken homes in one way or another.  We are all capable of doing scary things.  We have to have a faith bigger than here to survive through it all. 

   

     

     The only thing that comforts me is knowing that I have my God who is bigger than all of this and a place to go when I die as long as I stay in him.  As I was processing this, a song came to mind and I cried as I sang it because I want everyone to know God and know that he is bigger than anything that can be thrown at us, even death. Because believing that could have saved 28 lives yesterday. 

This world is not my home I'm just passing through

my treasures are laid up somewhere beyond the blue

the angels beckon me from Heaven's open door

and I can't feel at home in this world anymore

O Lord you know I have 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 can't feel at home in this world anymore

They're all expecting me and that's one thing I know

my savior pardoned me and now I onward go

I know He'll take me through though I am weak and poor

and I can't feel at home in this world anymore

O Lord you know I have 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 can't feel at home in this world anymore

Just up in Glory Land we'll live eternally

the Saints on every hand are shouting victory

their song of sweetest praise drifts back from Heaven's shore

and I can't feel at home in this world anymore

O Lord you know I have 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 can't feel at home in this world anymore