Albert E. Brumley: This world is not my home

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For this world is not our permanent home; we are looking forward to a home yet to come. Hebrews 13:14 (NLT)

We are moving. We’ve sold our home.

For up to six months, we are housesitting for our good friend, Sung Wook Chung, theology professor at Denver Seminary. He is on sabbatical in Korea with his family and so we are looking after his place while we begin our search for a townhouse.

Think about it. We are all moving….because this world is not our home.

Tonight while I was driving the last load of things with a truck my dear brother Dave Rowland loaned us the last two days, this classic gospel song came to mind. Enjoy!

This world is not my home
I’m just a-passing through
My treasures are laid up
Somewhere beyond the blue.

The angels beckon me
From heaven’s open door
And I can’t feel at home
In this world anymore.

Oh Lord, you know
I have no friend like you
If heaven’s not my home
Then Lord what will I do.

The angels beckon me
From heaven’s open door
And I can’t feel at home
In this world anymore.

I have a loving mother
Just up in Gloryland
And I don’t expect to stop
Until I shake her hand.

She’s waiting now for me
In heaven’s open door
And I can’t feel at home
In this world anymore.

Oh Lord, you know
I have no friend like you
If heaven’s not my home
Then Lord what will I do.

The angels beckon me
From heaven’s open door
And I can’t feel at home
In this world anymore.

Just over in Gloryland
We’ll live eternally
The saints on every hand
Are shouting victory.

Their songs of sweetest praise
Drift back from heaven’s shore
And I can’t feel at home
In this world anymore.

Oh Lord, you know
I have no friend like you
If heaven’s not my home
Then Lord what will I do.

The angels beckon me
From heaven’s open door
And I can’t feel at home
In this world anymore…

Downsizing has been work, and it’s only been possible with the help of friends. We are selling, giving away, and cleaning through our stuff so as to travel light through this life in anticipation of the next.

Join us in the journey. Don’t get too comfortable here. Why? This world is not our home.