Back when I was working at Muskoka Woods in the late 80’s we had some great and popular Christian musicians come and play concerts for the campers and staff. Those influenced the music I listened to, although I was mostly into country music (yes, before it was cool).

One of my favourite albums at that time was Larry Norman’s Christian Rock album Only Visiting This Planet, Reader’s Digest.

Follow God or sing the blues, and who they’re gonna sin with.
What a mess the world is in, I wonder who began it.
Don’t ask me, I’m only visiting this planet.

It also had the song, Why Should The Devil Have All The Good Music? Oh the 80’s Christian rock was good. 

This year we celebrated the 152nd anniversary of our great country Canada, it seems appropriate to gain an understanding of this verse as it applies to being a good Canadian, as well as a faithful citizen of “[the] better country, that is, [the] heavenly one” (Hebrews 11:16).

But as Christians, our citizenship is in heaven.

And we eagerly await a Saviour from there, the Lord Jesus Christ, who, by the power that enables him to bring everything under his control, will transform our lowly bodies so that they will be like his glorious body. Philippians 3:20, 21

Ephesians 2:19, a precious verse for expatriates, says, “You are no longer strangers and aliens, but you are fellow citizens with the saints and members of the household of God… Christ Jesus himself being the cornerstone.”

This World is Not My Home
recorded by Jim Reeves, written by Mary Reeves and Albert E. Brumley

This world is not my home I’m just a passing through
My treasures are laid up somewhere beyond the blue
The angels beckon me from heaven’s open door
And I can’t feel at home in this world anymore
Oh lord you know I have no friend like you
If heaven’s not my home then lord what will I do
The angels beckon me from heaven’s open door
And I can’t feel at home in this world anymore
I have a loving mother just over in gloryland
And I don’t expect to stop until I shake her hand
She’s waiting now for me in heaven’s open door
And I can’t feel at home in this world anymore
Oh lord you know I have no friend like you
If heaven’s not my home Then lord what will I do
The angels beckon me From heaven’s open door
And I can’t feel at home In this world anymore
Just over in gloryland
We’ll live eternally
The saints on every hand are shouting victory
Their songs of sweetest praise
Drift back from heaven’s shore
And I can’t feel at home In this world anymore
Oh lord, you know I have no friend like you
If heaven’s not my home Then lord what will I do
The angels beckon me From heaven’s open door
And I can’t feel at home In this world anymore

This world is not my home, I’m just a passing through…

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