“Have you ever seen it, Aragorn? The White Tower of Ecthelion, glimmering like a spike of pearl and silver, its banners caught high in the morning breeze. Have you ever been called home by the clear ringing of silver trumpets?”
~Boromir, The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring
Twice this week, I feel as if I have heard the heavenward call as if by silver trumpets. The first time, Sunday, I thought of writing this, but felt it too dramatic. Tonight, a second time, I care less of the attention it might draw and more about the message it bears.
Most of us as believers know we should long for our true home, heaven, and the beauty of an infinitely glorious God. For me, while it is true in part, things get in the way of it being my heart’s cry. Life for the most part is good and enjoyable, so I’m content where I shouldn’t be in that regard. When it isn’t going so well, I’m normally too busy to remember that which is veiled but will someday be seen (2 Cor. 3:18; 4:18).
So the Lord sends sickness, slows us down, and reminds us that we are weak and that this life is not something to be content with in the eternal perspective. Twice in five days, He has made that clear to me, and I am brought (near) to tears with my longing for home. I’m tired, Lord. Like a fish out of water, so my lungs burn for the air which will only be truly supplied at home with You.
“But I am hard-pressed from both directions, having the desire to depart and be with Christ, for that is very much better…” ~Philippians 1:23 (NASB)
Lord, thank You for that which makes us aware of our frailty, not merely so that we rely on Your strength, but that we might realize heaven is not on earth, and we are not home yet. In that, make Yourself most glorious.