Well, here I go. Im at the airport here in Charlotte waiting to step on a plane for Chicago which will put me on a plane for Delhi, India. The thing about airports is that they arent the type of place where people stay. Theyre either coming or going. There are tearful embraces, some for sad goodbyes and others for joyful hellos. But no one moves here and lives here. Airports arent destinations. Theyre gateways.
We arent citizens of this planet. Were here for a moment, sure, but were headed somewhere else. Dont unpack your bags here, because this isnt your final destination. The question, of course, is where will that be?
In a day on the clock, Ill land at mine for this journey. Ill find myself in another country hearing another language, and Ill begin working on the task Ive been sent for. At some point (for some sooner than later), you and I will find ourselves landing at an eternal destination. A new country that will be our home forever. I know mine is with Jesus, and I pray you do, too.
