As many of you know, my dad was in the military, so I am basically without a hometown. This sense of having no place where I have planted roots has sometimes left me feeling displaced and even lonely, but since I have found Christ, I have a place to plant my roots. I am moved by the passage in Hebrews 11. Paul is talking about all the people who lived by faith in God's promises -- verses 15 and 16 say "If they had been thinking of the country they had left, they would have had opportunity to return. Instead, they were longing for a better country -- a heavenly one." In the chaos and grief and busy-ness and bad things and good things that have ensued since the earthquake, I have been moved by this idea -- our hometown is God's Kingdom, and we must live our lives in faith that he will keep his promises on this earth to love and heal and protect and guide his children, even if we don't see it immediately or even in our lifetimes. And this makes me even more thankful for the ways that I can see him being faithful in his love and care for us.
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