The song “This world is not my home, I’m just a passing through” written by Albert E. Brumley runs through my mind on so many occasions. In 39 years of marriage, I have moved into 12 different residences. I have lived in 6 different states. My home has always felt like a temporary dwelling. And more and more like Abraham of old, I’m looking forward to that “city with eternal foundations, a city designed and built by God” (Hebrews 11:10, NLT).
We who are born-again believers are exiles in a temporary land, no matter where you call home. And just like the Exiles in Jeremiah 29: “While our spiritual welfare is secure, our human welfare is not guaranteed. Our mission is the same as that of the Babylonian exiles: we must pray for our cities, our nation, our world.” [Cry Out! Challenge, Day 22]
And work for the peace and prosperity of the city where I sent you into exile. Pray to the Lord for it, for its welfare will determine your welfare.
Jeremiah 29:7, NLT
“As you pray, keep this perspective: God has promised us a future hope that can never be shaken, not by one election or one thousand. Our future with Him is secure. But God is attentive to the needs of His children, even as we live in exile in this place that is not our home. In this, and every election cycle, let’s cry out to Him for our welfare.” [Cry Out! Challenge, Day 22]
Heavenly Father, forgive our rebellious hearts that turn to other gods, that fill our cups with the things of this world, that look to our circumstances to bring lasting joy, and that disobey your commands. We pray for leaders to be put into our nation’s offices who have a heart to follow after you and obey your commands. Lord, we “cry out” for revival to erupt throughout our land uniting our citizens by faith in Jesus Christ and committed to Truth! In Jesus name, Amen!
The Scarlett Road 