For we walk by faith, not by sight. (2 Corinthians 5:7)

We all live in tents. Our bodies are temporary dwelling places. And like aging houses, they begin to creak and groan, worn and weathered by the storms of life. Death looms large and we yearn for something better. We long for this mortal existence to be swallowed up by life (4).

The Christian life is the pilgrim’s life. Never at home in this mortal tent of clay. Longing for our immortal home. Trusting God to get us there.

We walk by faith. Like Abraham, we are on a journey to a place we have not seen. We trust the word of the One who has called us, the One whose spirit indwells us. He has promised and so we walk.

We surrender our body, our mind and our will to Him, trusting that His eternal plans for us are nothing but good. And so trusting Him, “we are always of good courage.” (7)

We are just passing through. We are going home. Jesus knows the way. We follow by faith.