Longing for Heaven

Shortly after college, I read a book where the author described how he “longed for heaven.” At that time, it had never occurred to me to be excited about heaven. It never occurred to me that eternity was going to be better than life right now. Things were good.

But in the last month, I’ve had the opportunity to travel to the Dominican Republic twice for work. I spent my days meeting with men and women who were living in the kind of poverty where electricity was a luxury enjoyed only a few hours a week, holes riddled tin rooftops, and children played on dirt floors.

However, the more time I spent walking through these communities, the more I was overwhelmed with one recurring thought:

This is not how it’s supposed to be. 

This is not how God intended it, for his sons and daughters to be barely surviving. And in that moment, I couldn’t help but long for heaven. Standing on dirt roads, surrounded by the sights and smells of extreme poverty, I couldn’t help but long for the day when these beautiful men, women, and children would no longer experience such brokenness.

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