There’s nothing like going home to me. I wish you could follow along with me my drive up the driveway after work every day. The excitement is at different levels at different days, but normally I walk into 3 people jumping around and cheering like I am the best person in the world. No matter how hard the day had been, this hysteria at 5:10 makes all things right in the world.
The other day, as I noticed Obadiah and Eli’s faces pressed against the window, banging on it with their hands, I thought they had gotten taller. Turns out, they had climbed up on the window sill anticipating my arrival. I don’t know why Eli was still peering out the window when I was standing behind him, but regardless, it was a special moment as they climbed up eager to see my truck arrive in the driveway (even if they did disobey by climbing up there).
The reason they get that excited is due to their perception of the person they are anticipating. I don’t think I’m that spectacular, but in this season of life, they do. And they show me in how they eagerly wait and celebrate my arrival.
The problem is that we aren’t that eager concerning Jesus’ return.