My Forever Home

Well, its been a long 7 years. I decided to approach my hiatus from The Crossing’s Kids Club in a biblically sound fashion, so I landed on the most holy number I could come up with! Yes, it has been 7 years since I last helped out with Kids Club. Exhausting my excuses, along with a personal request to help out, I was finally pushed over the edge to that very scary realm called commitment.

This week was preparation week. I was blown away by the time and energy invested by the staff and volunteers for this summer’s Kids Club. There are over 400 volunteers for this year’s event. Approximately a fourth of those volunteers are 6th-9th graders giving up a week of their summer to help foster relationships and encourage kids in our community. Before the week has even begun, I am already impressed with the heart of service displayed by all those involved in taking on a project of such magnitude. I am also impressed with the devotion to excellence and support provided by my church home.

The theme of the week is Outer Space and Beyond. The goal of the week is to help kids process the reality of heaven and how the truth of eternal life should shape their lives today. As I’ve been commissioned as team leader of a 2nd grade class (so much for just handing out kool-aid) I have challenged myself to consider my own response to the reality of heaven and how it influences my day-to-day choices.

I’ve often said I’ve been cursed with the most vile of tendencies; I’m a procrastinating perfectionist. In other words, I want things done right, I just typically fail to provide enough time to allow for right to be done! I’m beginning to appreciate the fact that such an unfortunate character trait does not lend itself to a very eternal perspective. My emphasis always seems to be either on this moment or the one immediately following. I don’t naturally reflect on heaven and I’m sure my words, deeds and thoughts reveal exactly how little time I do spend pondering my forever home.

During the very week I am to prepare my heart to teach others about the fleeting things of this world, I was introduced to a man who watched his entire life’s work vanish before him in a matter of minutes. I was asked by a doctor in Joplin to examine a patient who had relocated from Joplin to Mid-Missouri after losing his home in the recent tornado. This individual also happened to be a retired city planner for Joplin. We talked at length about the depth of the destruction experienced by the people of Joplin and the seemingly endless tragic stories that continue to surface each day.


As we approached the end of the exam, this grown man began to describe through his tears the heartache he felt as he stood at a corner in the medical district of Joplin. This had been the area which had received the full force of the tornado. As the city planner, it had been his life’s work to make sure every brick of every building in that district was planned and developed exactly the way it should be to provide the best opportunity for growth and prosperity for the city of Joplin. Now it was all gone. Gone in a matter of minutes. The endless meetings, pouring over blueprints, debates within the council and time in the office all seemed for naught while he stood on that corner, looked around, and realized it was all gone. An incredibly sad story, but an equally incredible reminder of how faith in the things of this world will surely fail. Why? because we are not meant for this world. It is not our forever home.

I hope you are one of the 400 helping serve this coming week at Kids Club. It is going to be a fun and crazy week. The time and energy invested in these kids is a good thing for a lot of reasons. The most important reason of all? It’s eternal.

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