"a tragedy of huge proportionas."

Last night I was hit with a pang of homesickness.

It was after dinner, and I wasn't really in the mood to talk to anyone. I just wanted to be with someone (there is a big difference between talking to and being with a person). The thought of sitting on my comfy couch, with my mom and a fresh-brewed cup of coffee, nearly made me cry.

I've had a lovely time here so far. I've reunited with handfuls of old friends, and met plenty of lovely new faces. In some ways, it feels as if I never left. But truthfully, I've only been displaced from Bucks County for a week and half. Pangs of homesickness are to be expected.

I've been re-reading The Knowledge of The Holy by A.W. Tozer. I found this paragraph beautiful and true,

" 'He hath set eternity in their heart,' said the Preacher, and I think here He sets forth both the glory and misery of men. To be made for eternity and forced to dwell in time is for mankind a tragedy of huge proportions. All within us cries for life and permanence, and everything around us reminds us of mortality and change. Yet that God has made us of the stuff of eternity is both a glory yet to be realized and a prophecy yet to be fulfilled."

I don't think we were made to change. We were made in the image and likeness of God and He is unchanging. Likewise, being made in His image, we can conclude we also were made to be unchanging.

If sin hadn't entered the world, I don't believe change would have either. Sin brought death, death brought man under the grips of time. Our eternity was chained. No longer would we infinitely dwell with God. Instead, we'd would measure ourselves by moments, hours, and years. Landmarks which would remind us of the false glory of how things were and make us anxious for what tomorrow may bring. Our unchanging nature now lived in world in which all things were progressing from life to death. Always changing.

Not being created for change, it makes sense that apprehension and some measure if discomfort accompany every change. Even changes we like.

The remedy? To bury ourselves in the Unchanging One and let our hearts long for eternity.
To be hopeful and assured of, "A glory yet to be realized and a prophecy yet to be fulfilled".