The Light in Our Darkness
There is always light in our darkness.
Henry Morrison and his wife were faithful missionaries on the continent of Africa during the mid-to-late 1800s. They had served on the mission field for forty years. In fact, they had never returned to the States until this particular voyage which signaled the end of their fruitful and dedicated missionary service. As the steamer headed into New York Harbor they had wondered if anyone would remember them or come to greet them.
Henry and his wife stepped to the railing of the ship’s upper deck and were astounded to see hundreds of people lining the dock, waving banners that announced WELCOME HOME! There were ribbons and banners and balloons everywhere as smiling people waved and cheered while the ship was towed to the dock. Henry’s heart almost leaped out of his chest and he turned to his wife and said, “Sweetheart, the believers have remembered us … so many have come to welcome us home.”
Unknown to them, sequestered in private quarters hidden from the rest of the passengers’ knowledge, Teddy Roosevelt was onboard. He had been on a big game safari in Africa and was returning to the States. The banners and balloons were for him. The press had leaked the news; the waving, cheering crowd was there to welcome home the President of the United States.
Henry and his wife, along with all the other passengers, were detained from disembarking until the president and his entourage left the steamer, all the while the Marine Corps Band blaring, “Hail to the Chief.”
Henry Morrison said, “It just doesn’t seem right that we’ve served the Lord so faithfully for these forty years. We’ve served in anonymity, but we’ve been faithful to God. Teddy Roosevelt goes to Africa to shoot some elephants and the whole world welcomes him home. It just doesn’t seem right that we come home and there is no one to even greet us.”
Henry’s wife looked up at him and gave that now-famous response: “But Henry, we’re not home yet. We’re not home.”7
One author wrote,
If we were given all we wanted here, our hearts would settle for this world rather than the next. God is forever luring us up and away from this one, wooing us to Himself and His kingdom where we will certainly find what we so keenly longed for.8
Job felt trapped.
And because Job felt oppressed.
Job felt oppressed.
Job felt alone.
Henry Morrison and his wife were faithful missionaries on the continent of Africa during the mid-to-late 1800s. They had served on the mission field for forty years. In fact, they had never returned to the States until this particular voyage which signaled the end of their fruitful and dedicated missionary service. As the steamer headed into New York Harbor they had wondered if anyone would remember them or come to greet them.
Henry and his wife stepped to the railing of the ship’s upper deck and were astounded to see hundreds of people lining the dock, waving banners that announced WELCOME HOME! There were ribbons and banners and balloons everywhere as smiling people waved and cheered while the ship was towed to the dock. Henry’s heart almost leaped out of his chest and he turned to his wife and said, “Sweetheart, the believers have remembered us … so many have come to welcome us home.”
Unknown to them, sequestered in private quarters hidden from the rest of the passengers’ knowledge, Teddy Roosevelt was onboard. He had been on a big game safari in Africa and was returning to the States. The banners and balloons were for him. The press had leaked the news; the waving, cheering crowd was there to welcome home the President of the United States.
Henry and his wife, along with all the other passengers, were detained from disembarking until the president and his entourage left the steamer, all the while the Marine Corps Band blaring, “Hail to the Chief.”
Henry Morrison said, “It just doesn’t seem right that we’ve served the Lord so faithfully for these forty years. We’ve served in anonymity, but we’ve been faithful to God. Teddy Roosevelt goes to Africa to shoot some elephants and the whole world welcomes him home. It just doesn’t seem right that we come home and there is no one to even greet us.”
Henry’s wife looked up at him and gave that now-famous response: “But Henry, we’re not home yet. We’re not home.”7
One author wrote,
If we were given all we wanted here, our hearts would settle for this world rather than the next. God is forever luring us up and away from this one, wooing us to Himself and His kingdom where we will certainly find what we so keenly longed for.8
Home is not here … it’s over there.
Henry Morrison and his wife were faithful missionaries on the continent of Africa during the mid-to-late 1800s. They had served on the mission field for forty years. In fact, they had never returned to the States until this particular voyage which signaled the end of their fruitful and dedicated missionary service. As the steamer headed into New York Harbor they had wondered if anyone would remember them or come to greet them.
Henry and his wife stepped to the railing of the ship’s upper deck and were astounded to see hundreds of people lining the dock, waving banners that announced WELCOME HOME! There were ribbons and banners and balloons everywhere as smiling people waved and cheered while the ship was towed to the dock. Henry’s heart almost leaped out of his chest and he turned to his wife and said, “Sweetheart, the believers have remembered us … so many have come to welcome us home.”
Unknown to them, sequestered in private quarters hidden from the rest of the passengers’ knowledge, Teddy Roosevelt was onboard. He had been on a big game safari in Africa and was returning to the States. The banners and balloons were for him. The press had leaked the news; the waving, cheering crowd was there to welcome home the President of the United States.
Henry and his wife, along with all the other passengers, were detained from disembarking until the president and his entourage left the steamer, all the while the Marine Corps Band blaring, “Hail to the Chief.”
Henry Morrison said, “It just doesn’t seem right that we’ve served the Lord so faithfully for these forty years. We’ve served in anonymity, but we’ve been faithful to God. Teddy Roosevelt goes to Africa to shoot some elephants and the whole world welcomes him home. It just doesn’t seem right that we come home and there is no one to even greet us.”
Henry’s wife looked up at him and gave that now-famous response: “But Henry, we’re not home yet. We’re not home.”7
One author wrote,
If we were given all we wanted here, our hearts would settle for this world rather than the next. God is forever luring us up and away from this one, wooing us to Himself and His kingdom where we will certainly find what we so keenly longed for.8
Home is not here … it’s over there.