Children of the Light

“Believe in the light,”  Jesus tells us today, “while you have the light.  So you may become children of the light.” (John 12:36).

When I believed in Jesus and put my faith in him as my Savior, I became a Child of the Light because Jesus is the Light of the World.

What does it mean to be a Child of the Light?

Jesus shines his grace and love into my life every day.  He walks beside me, explaining his Word and helping me grow in my understanding of the truth.

When the darkness of the world around me presses in, his hope and strength guide me forward on the right path.  Jesus fills the emptiness inside of me and makes me whole.  He gives me a purpose to press on.  His light shines peace and power into the circumstances of my life which are painful and heartbreaking.

Jesus loves me with an unconditional love that is not found anywhere else on this earth.  I know the end of this story – Jesus has already claimed victory over sin and death – and this truth resonates with my soul.  My ‘forever home’ is not here and I’m especially thankful for that recently with all the craziness and evil and confusion going on around me.

My ‘forever home’ is in heaven.

My heart is already there.

I love you, Jesus.

This is Not My Home

This place is not where I belong.

As I read what God is saying to me in Isaiah, I realize that I am in exile from my real home.

Watching the violence continue to erupt each day in cities across the US,  it becomes increasingly clear how far away I am from home.  Seeing the bold lack of respect for authority, law and order confirms for me that this confused and evil world is not for me.

Witnessing the general lack of values and personal accountability in our culture makes me feel very uncomfortable – like I’m in a foreign land.

A couple of days ago I read that the state of California was letting thousands of criminals out of the prisons onto their streets early, not caring about the innocents who live on those streets.

This is not my home.

I could go on but the list is too long…

too discouraging.

Then God reminds me through Isaiah that he has not forgotten the exiles.  “I will not forget you.  See, I have engraved you on the palms of my hands.”

And God assures me that, some day, my exile will end.  On that day, he will lead me out of this foreign place into my forever home where he has prepared a place for me.

I will finally be home, where I belong.

Thank you, Abba Father.