“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.” (Hebrews 11:13)
Five months ago, I curled up in my bed barely able to breathe. Physically I was fine. My mental state, however, was taking a hit. The details surrounding my life were all-consuming. An impending move. A high school graduation. College applications. A wedding. A house and a classroom to pack up. A cancer scare. Aging parents.
The “to do” list was endless. I cried out to God in anguish:
How will I ever get to the other side of this?
His answer was as potent as my pain.
With me.
In that moment of clarity, I released my question to God’s capable hands and knew that, regardless of the minutiae in between, he would safely land me (and my family) in this place of relocation–Benson, NC.
I’ve lived here for a month now. Five months ago, I couldn’t have known how it would feel to be a resident of this community. Instead, I could only imagine it. And I did so on a regular basis … imagine it in my mind. Every now and again, I’d add some texture to my imagining by making an occasional detour off I-95 while en route to visit my folks who live a short distance away. But even then, in all the detours in my mind and with my car, I couldn’t fully appreciate the fullness of a life lived here. I could only welcome it from a distance.
Faith anticipates and welcomes life from a distance.
The ancients understood this … were commended for it. They lived expectantly, never seeing on this side of eternity, the fullness of God’s promises to them, only believing that, in fact, the fullness would arrive at the time of his choosing. And so, they sowed seeds of faith into the soil beneath their feet, watering it with both tears of sorrow and joy. God grew something on that sacred patch of land. It stands as a memorial for us today–a history of a well-worn, intricately woven faith.
And every time we choose to follow suit, every time we lend our hands to the plow that is before us so that the ground beneath us becomes the road that transports us, the voice that is within us echoes the beautiful refrain of faith. It’s a song that pleases our Father, a forward trust that resounds in the chambers of heaven, reminding those who have gone before us that we are not far behind.
Faith! Faith!
Hear our cry;
Here we stand
To testify.The night’s been long
The journey severe;
The details endless
A call to persevere.Through doubts.
Through fears.
Through questions.
Through tears.In sickness.
In health.
In poverty.
In wealth.Wherever we are
Wherever we’ve been;
Wherever you’re leading
Wherever it ends.The soil is yours
This plow in our hand;
These seeds in our hearts
Our time in this land.This faith from a distance
This faith we hold dear;
It keeps us together
It keeps us strong here.Until we are finished
Until our time through;
Until our road ends
And we finally see you.Our Author, our Perfector
Our Finisher of faith;
Our Father, our Redeemer
At last face to face.With you, with the angels
with those gone before;
At home, at rest
In peace forevermore.Yes, Faith! Faith!
Let the heavens resound;
This is life from a distance
This is life heaven bound. (f.elaineolsen7/23/19allrightsreserved)
Faith anticipates and welcomes life from a distance. Wherever you are standing today, friend, cast your eyes to the horizon and cast all your imaginations into the capable hands of our Father. Soon and very soon, you’ll land safely into the place of his relocation. Soon, you’ll be home. Until then,
Peace for the journey,
