This past Sunday morning I preached my second sermon at Whitehouse, the text of which follows:
Philippians 3:17-21
"Brothers and sisters, join in imitating me, and observe those who live according to the example you have in us. For many live as enemies of the cross of Christ; I have often told you of them, and now I tell you even with tears. Their end is destruction; their god is the belly; and their glory is in their shame; their minds are set on earthly things. But our citizenship is in heaven, and it is from there that we are expecting a Saviour, the Lord Jesus Christ. He will transform the body of our humiliation so that it may be conformed to the body of his glory, by the power that also enables him to make all things subject to himself."
I must first start by saying that some of the ideas which I am about to share are not my own. Many are drawn from the thoughts of your very own Belfast man, Mr. C. S. Lewis, whom I would highly recommend as he can express these themes much more clearly than myself.
There is a story about three devils, and they were debating the best ways to lead humans astray from the light and love of God. The first devil said that they should try to distract humans from any thought about faith or the meaning of life, to keep them so occupied by the small worries of their daily lives that they have no time to stop and think. The second devil pointed out that there will inevitably be people who won’t let these matters go. “For those,” he said, “its best to convince them that Hell does not exist, that they have nothing to fear from us.” But the third devil disagreed. “No,” he said, “we should convince them that Heaven does not exist. Then they would perceive nothing higher than the world they see before them. They would have, in the end, nothing higher to live for.”
So this morning I’d like to talk about Heaven—the reality of it, our longing for it, and how that speaks to our hearts here and now.
Our first thoughts of Heaven probably bring with them some cultural baggage, the result of a strange mix of Hollywood movies and the relentless Hallmark adverts that bombard us around any and every holiday, no matter how insignificant. The very word “Heaven” might bring up images of big fluffy clouds, perhaps of angels sitting on those clouds—and by angels we often mean adorable wee babes with feathered wings—, and maybe they are strumming harps and eating Philadelphia soft cheese, and there are a large ornate gate with pearls on it, an old man standing next to it with a book, and there’s a general, vague sense of contentment about the place, and perhaps even some elevator music in the background.
To me (and maybe this is just me) it all seems rather strange, abstract, and (frankly) incredibly boring. I mean, who wants to sit around—for all eternity!—with winged babies and elevator music? Fortunately for us, these images come mostly from our culture and our imaginations. The reality, I believe, is far different.
Heaven, by definition, is beyond our understanding or experience, but all descriptions of it must be within our understanding. Thus the Bible contains dozens of descriptions and metaphors that attempt to communicate the concept and the experience of Heaven, in language we can understand. Each metaphor, in a way, modifies and corrects the others, since none are perfect. The Bible compares Heaven to the majesty of nature, to breath-taking musical symphonies, to the shining beauty of jewelry, to name a few. But these fall far short. Mount Everest, or Handel’s Messiah, or the crown jewels of England—none of these can even begin to compare to the majesty and glory of Heaven. And this is the place where, Paul tells us, our citizenship lies. Our true country, our homeland, is this place of majesty and glory. We are citizens of Heaven, and our true loyalty must lead us into the service of the King of kings, Jesus Christ Himself.
The implications of this are fundamental to our understanding of the Christian experience in this world. If that is where our true citizenship lies, then to some extent, at some level, we are travelers on this earth—pilgrims, if you will. We are foreigners living in a country that is not our own. That theme, as you might imagine, resonates well with me.
I was born and raised in the Southeastern part of the United States. I am standing here now, speaking to you as an American in Northern Ireland—a foreigner. Now, this in no way implies that I have not enjoyed being in this place. Far from it—in my ten months here, I have encountered a warmth and hospitality unmatched in any other foreign country I’ve visited—and I’ve spent time in quite a few places, those in Asia, South and Central America, and many other parts of Europe. Here in Belfast, I have made friends who inspire me with courage and integrity, friends for whom my heart breaks to watch them deal with pain and tragedy, friends who have loved me as if I was part of their own family. I have been invited into so many homes to share food and fellowship! I’ve been taken to rugby matches and motorcycle races, on tours through every part of this province. I even woke up on Christmas morning to a stocking with my name on it! Indeed, the Lord has clearly been faithful in calling me to Belfast.
But as wonderful as this place is, there are times when I feel, when I cannot avoid, a certain tugging on my heart, for home. I have a home in Belfast, certainly, but I have a deeper home, if you will, back in Florida. The house where I was born and raised, the streets where we would play as kids, the beaches we would drive to as teenagers. If you have lived in a foreign country, you may sympathize with this experience. Sometimes I feel it when I’m alone in my room, sometimes when I’m surrounded by people. My heart will simply begin to ache, and my thoughts wander back to lazy afternoons, sharing sweet tea and bbq with good friends, enjoying the hot, humid weather of North Carolina. As I wrote in my journal some months ago, this is actually a testament to the strength of the community I have found here in Belfast, which has been so welcoming, so honest, so loving, that it reminds me of my community back home. You all remind me of my friends back home, the people who have shared the laughter, the joys, the struggles, and the sorrows, the people who have shared life with me, and I with them.
There is no avoiding this feeling, this heartache. No pop-psychology that will cure it, no pat on the back that will make it go away. But honestly, I don’t think I would want to get rid of those moments where my heart longs for home, because those moments remind me that I have blessed beyond belief, both here in Belfast and back in America. Actually, it would be more worrisome if I did not miss home at all—if the family and friends who have supported me all my life left no imprint on my heart. That would be cause for concern.
I submit to you this morning that all of us, deep down, have the same some sort of longing for our true homeland…for Heaven. Perhaps we don’t think of it like that, but the desire is present somewhere in our hearts, however weak, however vague. Have you ever had the certain conviction that there must be more to life that what you see before you? Have you ever longed for something higher and greater and had no concrete idea of what you were actually longing for?
Mr. Lewis writes, "If I find in myself a desire which no experience in this world can satisfy, the most probable explanation is that I was made for another world.” This is perhaps a painful secret, perhaps a liberating realization. Maybe we despair when we feel this longing for our own-far off country, we feel it exposes the emptiness that lingers in this world and overwhelms our hearts sometimes. As Lewis wrote, we may “take revenge on this desire by calling it names like Nostalgia and Romanticism and Adolescence … [because it is a] secret we cannot hide and cannot tell, though we desire to do both. We cannot tell [the secret] because it is a desire for something that has never actually appeared in our experience. We cannot hide it because our experience is constantly suggesting it, and we betray ourselves like lovers at the mention of a name.”
Our Bible reading this morning exposes, and promises, the very thing that we most long for. It describes a central part of the experience of Heaven, perhaps the most personal and most terrifying of the promises of God. When we stand before the God and Creator of the Universe, “[Jesus Christ] will transform the body of our humiliation that it may be conformed to the body of His glory.” Or take the words of Isaiah: “You shall be called by a new name that the mouth of the Lord will give…you shall be called My Delight Is in Her…as the bridegroom rejoices over the bride, so shall your God rejoice over you.” Our most compelling desire, though it may be buried deep in our soul, is for our hearts to be made whole, to be purged of all our Sinfulness, our dirt, our petty ambitions and hang-ups, and to be presented noble and pure to the Lord as an acceptable offering. We were created to please God, and to share in His glory. Only in realizing this experience can our longing be fulfilled.
My question this morning is simple: do we really believe the promise of this passage? Do we really believe that, because of the work of Jesus Christ on the cross, the Lord does not simply pity us, but takes joy and delight in us, “as an artist delights in his work or a Father in his child”? Do we really believe that even our deepest, darkest, most embarrassing Sin, the one we work the hardest to hide, that Sin has been wiped cleaned, and forgiven. Compared to the staggering promises of God, the highest joys of this earth are a mere shadow and a distant echo, of the light and the sound of Heaven itself. As Mr. Lewis wrote, “our Lord finds our desires, not too strong, but too weak. We are half-hearted creatures, fooling about with drink and sex and ambition when infinite joy is offered us, like an ignorant child who wants to go on making mud pies in a slum because he cannot imagine what is meant by the offer of a holiday at sea. We are far too easily pleased.”
The more we trust these promises of redemption and future glory, the more patient we will be with ourselves, for we will see that Christ has already started to work within us, transforming our weak and fearful hearts through trials large and small, conforming our hearts to His.
The more we believe these truths, the more patient we will be with other people, for we will see that God has been infinitely patient with us.
The more we believe these truths, the more we will choose to admit our guilt to ourselves and to other people, because we will be secure in the knowledge that God knows the darkness of our souls and has forgiven us already. We will see that Christianity is not about hiding our true selves, but about being freed from guilt.
The more we believe these truths, the more encouraged we will be to keep the commands of God, not simply out of obligation, but out of a desire to please our Creator and our Redeemer.
Friends, believe the Good News, that in Jesus Christ we are forgiven. Take joy, that the Lord takes joy in you, and is preparing you, even now, for future glory.
Let us pray.