1 For we know that if the tent that is our earthly home is destroyed, we have a building from God, a house not made with hands, eternal in the heavens. 2 For in this tent we groan, longing to put on our heavenly dwelling, 3 if indeed by putting it on we may not be found naked. 4 For while we are still in this tent, we groan, being burdened—not that we would be unclothed, but that we would be further clothed, so that what is mortal may be swallowed up by life. 5 He who has prepared us for this very thing is God, who has given us the Spirit as a guarantee.
6 So we are always of good courage. We know that while we are at home in the body we are away from the Lord, 7 for we walk by faith, not by sight. 8 Yes, we are of good courage, and we would rather be away from the body and at home with the Lord. 9 So whether we are at home or away, we make it our aim to please him. 10 For we must all appear before the judgment seat of Christ, so that each one may receive what is due for what he has done in the body, whether good or evil.
2 Corinthians 5:1-10 (ESV)
There are days when I feel like my body is ready to quit on me. I know that there are people who have serious health issues and that I do not have much to complain about. However…there are legitimate aches and pains that come with aging. I am not old (not yet) but I am much older than my mind sometimes like to think I am. Knees and hips get stiff and sore. Joints creak and protest when pushed to the limit. I am getting closer to death with each breath I take.
I take consolation in this passage for that very reason. I have watched people get old, get sick, and die. People I love. I know that I have the same thing in store for me. Paul helps me remember that this is just temporary. This body is nothing more than a tent…a temporary (and imperfect) dwelling that is not meant to house me forever. I have something bigger and better waiting for me when I depart this place.
Sometimes I forget that…I fall back into the habit of seeing only with my eyes (or other senses) and I lose sight of what God has planned for me. I forget that Jesus died so that I can have it. I forget that the Spirit has already put down the security deposit for me. I love being alive. I love my friends and my family and I want to spend every moment possible with them. But…I won’t lie…part of me does look forward to that day when I pack up the tent and move into the place God has picked out for me.