I miss spending the Christmas and New Year holidays in the village back home in Nigeria. Some of my fondest childhood memories were formed there. Although we lived in the city, my father had a strong love for village life and looked forward to spending his retirement there.
When I think about those happy memories and imagine my father’s hopes of retirement and having his grandchildren litter the compound, I am left with a bitter-sweet feeling because he didn’t live long enough to actualize these dreams.
There might have been buildings erected in Prophet Isaiah’s day just like our village home — buildings where the people that built them weren’t there to inhabit them any longer, or maybe never lived in them at all.
So when the Isaiah* talks about the New Jerusalem, a place where the builders of houses will be inhabitants of the same houses, I get excited!
My heart goes out to everyone who has lost a loved one, the past year 2020 was especially rough. Holidays and seasons of celebration make us miss loved ones even more. In fact, I find that on my happiest days I miss my father the most.
I look forward to seeing how father would construct his home in the earth made new, in the New Jerusalem, a place where hopes and dreams will never again be cut short. Happy New Year!
And they shall build houses, and inhabit them; and they shall plant vineyards, and eat the fruit of them. They shall not build, and another inhabit; they shall not plant, and another eat: for as the days of a tree are the days of my people, and mine elect shall long enjoy the work of their hands. Isaiah 65:21, 22
But as it is written, Eye hath not seen, nor ear heard, neither have entered into the heart of man, the things which God hath prepared for them that love him. 1 Corinthians 2:9
I will like to thank Ofure for this beautiful post. I pray it brings encouragement to someone.