"For he was looking for the city which has foundations,
whose architect and builder is God."
This is talking about a guy who lived in tents most of his adult life, whose kids and grandkids lived in tents, not even gypsy wagons. I've said before, the longest we ever camped was three weeks, and let me tell you that was too long, give or take a week or two. Pretty soon he might start looking for something a little more solid, something with foundations. If he was dreaming and drawing house designs on napkins in restaurants, it might be time to look up an architect and find a builder. Well, what do you know! God's the best two-in-one special in town, well actually He is three-in-one, but that's another story. Anybody who can design heaven as well as this whole earth comes highly recommended.
Andrew Murray says, "By faith he saw the unseen; in hope he lived in the future. He had his heart as little in Canaan as in Haran; it was in heaven; it was with God...Let us separate ourselves entirely from the world and its spirit; let us, like the Son, die to the creature, that we may live to God. A worldly spirit in the Church or the Christian is a deadly disease: it makes the life of faith impossible. Let us count it our worst enemy, and live as foreigners, who seek the city which is to come. Let us hear the voice calling out to Himself, to close fellowship, to obedience."
That's walking around with your head in the clouds, and that's perfectly alright. The world might call you spacey, but God will call you friend. Abraham was called the friend of God. What this means for us is to have our eyes set on things ahead, upward. If we are looking for something, it has not yet arrived, but it will. Will you be the one to call, "Land-ho!" Maybe that would be a good thing to write on a tombstone: the person is not there for they sighted something better and landed in another country that is out of this world!
Adam Clarke says, "'For he looketh for a city which hath foundations.' He knew that earth could afford no permanent residence for an immortal mind, and he looked for that heavenly building of which God is the architect and owner; in a word, he lost sight of earth, that he might keep heaven in view. And all who are partakers of his faith possess the same spirit, walk by the same rule, and mind the same thing."
He goes on, "'Whose builder and maker is God.' The word signifies an architect, one who plans, calculates, and constructs a building. Another word signifies...the Maker or Father of all the heavenly inhabitants, and the planner of their citizenship in that heavenly country."
It's the mundane that weighs us down, the work required to sustain us here below. I don't know about you, but the fun thing to do when you plan your vacations to get away from it all, is to know about it ahead so it can be a happy thought. Then when you actually arrive, it is enjoyed again, but to the fullest. It's kinda like this...
"Things which the eye has not seen
and ear has not heard,
And which have not entered the heart of man,
All that God has prepared for those who love Him."
(I Corinthians 2:9)
Okay, if you've never had to take someone to the psych crisis unit, as we've had to do again recently, you might not quite get the full picture. When someone is at the bottom, they can only look up. You see, when the person feels hopeless, you cling to hope that something better is coming--and it is. Making small talk with someone else who has come into the waiting room with despair written all over them, it might be something as simple as talking with them about their cane. Then you let the conversation gradually move towards saying something else positive for them to think about; one stranger talking to another stranger, one who had given up hope to one who has hope. But our hope is not in this world, thank goodness. Imagine all the more ups and downs we'd have if that was all there was to fix our hopes and dreams upon.
Life has some cruel tricks and it isn't fair, but we can persevere like those who run through those mud races. Yep, that's me with mud splattered all over my tank top and shorts and all over my arms and leg, all over my face and in my hair and in my mouth--not really because I would never enter one of those things--but it's the image of this old'world I'm talking about. People don't stay wallowing in that mud. They finally climb out and stand with their tennis shoes on solid dry ground (unless a shoe or two has been sucked off and lost in the muddy abyss, that is), and they put their filthy arms around each other and congratulate each other on finishing the race. Do you get the picture?
Keep looking, because one of these days, you're going to see that city and it will blind you with its beauty! I see that far-away look in your eye.