People tell me I was born in the wrong London. They base this assertion on things like the fact I have a kitchen cabinet devoted to tea, watch more British shows than American ones, prefer British literature to American books, and share a birthday with Queen Elizabeth II. Parliament is more fun to watch than Congress, and I even prefer the way the U.K. handles its political ads compared to the way we do it here. Truth be told, some days I'm a pretty bad American. I dearly love London, Kentucky, but it occasionally feels like I should be in London, England. Maybe both are home for me.
Somehow, though, I doubt it. For one, I would have a hard time adjusting to driving on the other side of the road. More importantly, however, is the simple fact that nowhere on this earth is my true home. This is the case for every Christian. Hebrews 11:13-16 says this:
All these people were still living by faith when they died. They did not receive the things promised; they only saw them and welcomed them from a distance, admitting that they were foreigners and strangers on earth. People who say such things show that they are looking for a country of their own. If they had been thinking of the country they had left, they would have had opportunity to return. Instead, they were longing for a better country -- a heavenly one. Therefore God is not ashamed to be called their God, for He has prepared a city for them.
Like all those in the "Faith Hall of Fame," everyone who truly belongs to God is a foreigner and a stranger, a sojourner and a pilgrim on this earth. None of us are ever truly home.
Why? Because our citizenship belongs to "a better country -- a heavenly one." We no longer belong in this world, for our souls are on a journey to the next. God has prepared a place for us, and that place is heaven, a perfect paradise free of pain, sorrow, death, and tears. That is our true Home.
And believe me: there's no place like Home.