When I was growing up, we loved Saturday morning cartoons and TV shows. One of the ones I loved to watch was Land of the Lost. Yes, if you look at it now, you’ll see how bad the special effects are and how impossible the story line is, but I have fond memories of Marshall, Will, and Holly trying to get home. Even Cha Ka and the Sleestak were believable and scary to a young person in the 1970’s.
Last Sunday as I was flipping through my Bible, I came to the blank white pages in the back that divide the concordance and map. Mine aren’t white and blank anymore. I have written quotes from preachers in the past I thought important at the time, and I often turn to and read them.
One of them is this: “We are not in the land of the living trying to get to the land of the dead. We are in the land of the dying trying to get to the land of the living.”
Read it again.
We are in the land of the dying and lost. We are trying to get to the land of the living and blessed.
Just like Marshall, Will, and Holly were trying to get out of the land of the lost and go home, we are too.
Ours isn’t filled with monkeys, Sleestak, and dinosaurs. Ours is filled with satan, evil, problems, hurting, sickness, and dying.
I sometimes forget. I am an alien here. I am not supposed to be comfortable. I am to expect trouble and pain.
This world is NOT my home.
I’m just passing through.