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There's a way in which we live in a world "caught in between," a juxtaposition that one renown Scottish professor and preacher framed as, The Now and the Not Yet. When Jesus broke forth from the tomb, new creation broke forth into the world of old creation.
And yet death--though summarily defeated in the resurrection of Jesus--will be the last enemy to be placed under his kingdom's authority. The anonymous writer of Hebrews, in words similar to the aforementioned Scot's, described this current "in between" era by the things "we do not yet see" in contrast with the things "we do [now] see" (Hebrews 2:8-9).
It's not always either comfortable or satisfying to live in an age best described as The Now and Not Yet. The Neither Here Nor There. The Have and the Have Nots. Well, you get the picture...or then again no.
From a personal perspective, this sense of "caught in between" often shows up in me as an almost mournful homesickness. It's not an uncommon sense shared by those who've been given uncommon insight into the nature of the world in which we bv live. Homesick for a place to which I've never traveled. Jesus, of course--Son of God, Son of Man; of Heaven, of Nazareth--was equally at home in either or perhaps neither fully, it would seem.
In my longing, it makes me curious, did Jesus ever get homesick?
Did Jesus ever taste
of homesickness...
A discomfiting sense of,
"I'd rather be over there--than over here"?
When even his anxious breath might have betrayed him...
Unable to catch it--
neither here nor there.
Remember when...
Jesus slept.
In the night. On the boat. Through the storm.
The apostles? Terrified.
They labored to awaken their slumb'ring Savior to warn.
Any other day he'd stir before sunrise.
His spirit beck'ning him--the Son--to rise
To pray, to "check in"...over there.
A daily, lonely attempt to bring
there
over here.
An ancient longing for two worlds
to become one.
Once again.
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