Aug 5, 2007

Vail Vision August 5, 2007

Midsummer's night dream...

I had a wonderful experience last night. I had just finished unpacking the last box and I was sitting in the living room. There was a log on the fire and a dog at my feet as I was reading a book to my children. Then I woke up... Why does God tease me like that?

As I sit here I can still see boxes stacked three high waiting to be unpacked. Why does it take so long to unpack from a move? I have talked to several people about it and they all say it may take years to unpack. They say it may take more years after that before I have a feeling of order in my life. Great! I'll be drawing retirement by then. That is if I ever unpack my "retirement.. file. Actually it may be in one of those boxes in the hall. Hold on, I'll go check.

No. It was sheets and towels.

My mother says I should just throw it all away and start over again. She has even volunteered to come over and do it for me. I guess she won't be invited over soon!

In the Old Testament, there was Jubilee every 50 years. During this time land would be returned, slaves would be given their freedom and debts would be forgiven. Perhaps when I turn 50 I'll have a jubilee year for my junk. Until then, I'm afraid it likely will remain captive amidst these boxes.

However, aside from all the boxes, the unpacking and house-training the dog, we are very grateful to have a place to call home. It has been almost four years since we sold our house in Denver and began this long journey to the pastoral ministry. We have lived in strange places and met strange friends and done strange things. Yet through it all, God placed an umbrella of protection over my family. To Him be the glory!

I am grateful to all of you who contributed to the Pastor Relocation Fund. We would not have been able to purchase a home in Vail without your help. From the whole Hook family, thank you!

But even our new home is temporary. Whenever I pack or unpack boxes, I think of this old hymn.

 

I'm but a stranger here,
Heav'n is my home;
Earth is a desert drear,
Heav'n is my home;
Danger and sorrow stand
Round me on ev'ry hand;
Heav'n is my fatherland,
Heav'n is my home.

That's worth dreaming about.

Blessings,

Pastor David Hook