Since leaving Berrien Springs in the middle of August, Cindi and I have officially been homeless. No, we haven’t been living in a cardboard box, but we no longer have our own place to call home. As training and fundraising have come to an end, we have begun the process of saying goodbye to family and friends before we launch to Thailand. This has involved a great deal of travel and several different living accommodations, none of which have been our own.

As we travel from place to place, I think of verses like 1 Corinthians 4:11, where the apostle Paul says that he had no certain dwelling place. I have been struck with Jesus’ words in Luke 9:58, that the Son of man hath not where to lay his head. I have pondered what it really means to be a stranger and a pilgrim on this earth (Hebrews 11:13). I have come to see more fully that following Christ requires a great degree of uncertainty, and that it takes a willingness to actually become homeless and fully dependent on Him and the hospitality of others for our basic needs.

While it has been a blessing to have time to travel and spend with family, I must admit that being homeless has made me yearn even more for my heavenly home. it has increased my desire to see the work of God completed on this earth so we can go home. I pray that none of us will let ourselves get too comfortable on this earth, but that we will ever bear in mind that this world is not our final home. We should be willing, if need be for the sake of the Gospel, to become homeless for Christ.

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