It’s days like these — the economy going south, Wall Street in the dumps, the world financial market unsteady, two less-than-ideal presidential candidates in an endless election year, neither of whom can fix everything despite their promises, death and the consequences of sin all around us — that I’m glad our hope is in something greater than what our eyes can see.
Think of the despair we’d be facing if this world were all we had. But it’s not. We have hope of more.
As Andrew Peterson says in his song, The Far Country:
This is a far country, a far country
Not my home …
We ache for what is lost
As we wait for the holy God
Of Father Abraham
I was made to go there
Out of this far country
To my home, to my home