This Old House


For we know that when this earthly tent we live in is taken down, we will have a house in heaven, an eternal body made for us by God himself and not by human hands.

~2 Corinthians 5:1, NLT


We are all wayfarers, but the believer knows it and accepts it: he is a traveler, not a settler.

~R.C. Gillie

June and I got married in 1971 and moved seven times in the first three years. Thank goodness, we moved only three times in last 42 years. For years I dreamed of owing a home and we had that experience for some seven years but providentially, we wound up living as a tenant. We don’t own a house or any land. There are some advantages: we don’t pay property tax {about the only tax we don’t pay} and we have no home owners insurance. But we live daily with the reality that we have to move someday because this property does not belong to us. I’m actually thankful that things worked out as they did because it has been a life lesson in stewardship. We have discovered a new freedom that is exciting. By spending less on housing, we have more to give. In our minds, we are in a constant state of readiness to move if necessary. Paul compared the human body to a house, dwelling or tent. Paul lived in that state of readiness to move to his new house in heaven.

We were at the Fiddlers convention a few weeks ago and the gospel blue grass group sang “This Old House.” The girls had gone to see the crafts and I was there by myself. I know the words to “This Old House,” and I was singing along and getting happy. The couple sitting in front of me got tickled. I don’t think they understood why this song makes me happy. Give them a few years and they will understand. I have fluid on the ankles and arthritis in the hands. I take 6 pills in the morning and 8 at night. Two of them are for high blood pressure. I take meds to help with both body functions. Taking a shower gives me out. I know what the young bucks think: I need to exercise more and to work out. I can’t run because I have one functioning lung. I can’t walk without getting my knees to aching unbearably. I am afraid to ride a bicycle because my balance is terrible. The only healthy thing I am able to do is stop eating and I had just as soon be promoted. Eating is my greatest earthly pleasure.

I visited three senior adults Wednesday: two have been displaced and the third is anxious because he sees it coming. I love these folks and it was hard for me to think of anything else yesterday. Most of us want our promotion before we go to a facility for old folks but that is not our call. I know one thing for sure: this earth is not my home and I am not staying here. Jesus said, “I came forth from the Father and have come into the world; I am leaving the world again and going to the Father.” I too, am leaving this world and going to my Father. My home is in the Father’s house {estate}. I do have a home, just not here on earth.


PTL you can’t order better weather than we are having. The high school football season is coming to an end and basketball is beginning. This is definitely my favorite time of year. We listened to Christmas music on the way to Mylee’s Cross Country event. I usually start listening in late September but I am behind this year. I still don’t have the carpet laid or the bath room fixed. I have a commode to set and a lavatory to repair. I hate plumbing. I prefer to be in my little building with Jesus.

Rick and Bubba were focusing on the economy and all the shortages. I can tell you exactly who is responsible for both: Biden and his team of marxist. The sad thing is: they intentionally wrecked a good economy. I hope Richard Shelby and all the Rhinos are happy. They hated Trump and so now we have this! Thanks Richie and company.

Have a great day and a great weekend.

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