Having spent the last 10 or 11 days out on the road, away from family and familiarity, I’ve encountered some changes in perspective about life. Your grip on the world simply has to change when you’re living out of a bag of clothes, a car, and hotels.
First I went to Peoria to look for housing, then a day later came back to Louisville, then to Chattanooga, then from Tennessee to Peoria in a day, then to work, then a few hours to a conference in Southern Illinois, and now back to Louisville. Not in my house, or with my family, with my wife and kids, inside my safe and conditioned reality. Out there with strangers and newness and the vast unknown.
The appointed time has grown very short. From now on, let those who have wives live as though they had none… for the present form of this world is passing away (1 Corinthians 7:29).
In other words, this past week has made me realize how brief and short and fleeting this life is, along with everything we hold dear. As the country song goes, it won’t be like this for long. Cherish it, love it, live fully in it, but hold it loosely and cling most absolutely to your pursuit of holiness on your way to heaven (v. 32). It sounds cliché, but life really is a journey on the way to another glorious reality, so you must hold the “now” loosely.
When you’re forced to live out of a small duffel bag, you realize how little the things you own or the job that once defined you really meant. They feel so permanent in the present, but they really will be gone with the flash of light in the night sky. We aren’t really as tied to this as we think. No, we’re just passin’ through. It’s good to be reminded of that.
Foxes have holes, and birds of the air have nests, but the Son of Man has nowhere to lay his head (Matthew 8:20).