I don’t often post overtly Christian content but these are my thoughts for today.
Lord, through all the generations you have been our home!
The great man Moses wrote these words in Psalm 90. We often forget that although King David wrote most of the Psalms he was not the exclusive author.
It seems timely to me today reading these words as our world is facing a population upheaval unparalleled in recent times. Not since the war of the early forties have so many people been so uprooted and homeless.Not only homeless in the sense of living on the streets but also of forced homelessness due to oppression and war, migration and longing. This coming Monday in Calais the French government will begin a forced closure of the jungle camp. By Friday they promise to have everyone currently resident there removed to three other locations.
Those brave desperate souls that do succeed in making it to Britain do not find the land of plenty that they imagined it to be. It is not the welcoming place that America once was where hard work and effort promised returns for all…but America is no longer that either.
The tide of refugees from North Africa is no longer politically expedient to report on the media outlets. I don’t imagine that it has ceased but until we need a distraction again there are no pictures of life jacketed souls crammed into dinghies. We are no longer shocked by a hundred casualties and yet respond to the faux outrage as one three year old lies dead on a beach.
Mr Trump promises a wall of division to stem the tide of South Americans pushing North, Israel has a wall to divide the battling brothers, Belfast has a wall for the same reason. I am old enough to remember the Berlin Wall crumble and yet as humans we learn nothing, we simply divide and exclude to preserve our little corner
Coming from an ever shifting and seldom settled childhood I longed for a place to call home. My wife and I have deliberately cultivated such a thing, making a raggedy old shell into a home for our little family for the last thirteen years. Our children have lived through the mess and share in the completed peace that we now enjoy.
I learned, like Moses, as a seventeen year old where home truly was. It took Moses eighty years to get the same conclusion, but that realisation served to keep him through his next forty years as he led a fickle people from pillar to post. Never did he enter their promised home, so having this knowledge enabled him to live such a life.
I don’t envy my American friends the next four years, whoever they end up with is going bring challenges. But for the Christians of our very fluid world, the truth that Moses so eloquently reminded me of this morning is that wherever I am in this world, my true home is found in an eternal God.