We’re just passing through. Our real home is waiting.


Dearly beloved, I beseech you as strangers and pilgrims, abstain from fleshly lusts, which war against the soul. 1 Peter 2:11


God saved you out of this world and sent you back into this world to tell the world that Jesus saves. He is scattering believers as precious seed, ambassadors upon foreign soil for the King of kings.

You are also scattered as a persevering saint. You are a foreigner in a land where you march to a different drummer. You don’t settle down in this world. It’s not your home; you’re only passing through.


We should pray, “Lord, if I am building a nest in this world, put a thorn in it.” If you dabble and delight in this world, yet your citizenship is in heaven, you’re going to have one foot in the world and one in heaven—just enough “religion” in you to make you miserable in the world, and just enough of the world in you to make you miserable in your spiritual life.