Home: How Heaven & the New Earth Satisfy Our Deepest Longings
By Elyse Fitzpatrick and Paul Tripp
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In this world of fear, trials, and loneliness we often feel adrift--like we're still searching for a place where we can truly make ourselves at home. There's a longing for something more, something that makes us feel like we belong, something that resonates perfectly with who we were made to be. This longing is no small thing to be brushed off and forgotten--it's a guidepost letting us know we were made for another world. Earth is not our home. But it's close.
What we long for is the new earth, the place God has been preparing for our eternity with him. In Home, Elyse Fitzpatrick explores heaven and the afterlife, demonstrating that our final destination is not some dull, featureless space in the clouds, but rather a perfected earth. It's a real, physical place that we'll explore with real bodies. A place of beauty and wonder and free of all death and decay.
No need to chase a bucket list. On the new earth there will be no end of glorious sites and amazing activities, and we'll never run out of time to do them all. Includes questions for group discussion.
Elyse Fitzpatrick
Elyse Fitzpatrick is the head of Women Helping Women Ministries and holds an MA in biblical counseling from Trinity Theological Seminary. She has authored more than two dozen books, including Love to Eat, Hate to Eat. She and her husband, Phil, have three grown children and six grandchildren.
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Home - Elyse Fitzpatrick
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On Loss and Homesickness and Baking Bread
It was not my plan to write this book . . . at least not yet. I apologize if that seems like an inauspicious start to your read, but I need to be up front with you. I want you to trust me and your trust demands my honesty. You rely on me to give you something worth your while. But what exactly are you investing in? Only this: Words. Black lines on a white page arranged in a way that enriches you. Black squiggles . . . letters and words in sentences that assure you that, as the movie Shadowlands claimed, you are not alone.
C. S. Lewis knew that one of the reasons we read is to recognize our shared human experience. We are not alone, and what you and I are walking through now we walk through together, as fellow sojourners in a world where there is nothing unshared, nothing uncommon, and nothing new. We have each other and our communal experience of life where what has been is what will be . . . and there is nothing new under the sun
(Ecclesiastes 1:9). The path we are walking on is well trod. We are walking with women and men of faith who have gone before us, believers who felt a gnawing sense of isolation and exile and needed to know that this isolation and exile weren’t as absolute as they feared they might be. We read to hear our own voice of faith whispered in the storm of doubt, to hear another’s voice calling back to us from somewhere on the road up ahead. We read to find our way to rest, to family, to home.
But knowing that we are not alone is not all we need. We also need these black lines, these words, to impart a strength that will enable us to keep on, to keep walking by faith through the dark. Have others gone before us? Did they make it home? Was God faithful? Can we actually hear their voices? We need assurance that there is a God who is sovereignly ruling over our journeys and will one day put everything right. In essence, you are trusting me to arrange words in such a way that they miraculously spring to life, that inanimate black ink turns into living golden light, infusing your soul with strength. I trust that they will, but as I said, arranging them like this at this time really wasn’t my idea.
I also realize that what I want to do is far beyond my ability to accomplish. In part, that’s because although I have written a lot, I am not really what I would call a writer . . . not like those artists who construct sentences that are so beautiful they make you want to cry. But I am also going to struggle because I will be writing about a place I have never seen or experienced. Yes, I will use the words of the faithful witnesses from Scripture and I will pray for the Spirit’s enabling, but I am quite sure that there are no earthly words for what we will ultimately see there.
Even the apostle Paul himself, after he had visited the third heaven
(or Paradise, where God actually dwells), said that he had heard things that cannot be told, which man may not utter
(2 Corinthians 12:4). So, some of the pictures I will sketch will undoubtedly stretch your imagination; they certainly did mine. When I am speculating (and know it), I will tell you. But the truth is that much of what we’re going to investigate together will necessitate the use of devout imagination
; while seeking to be true to the Bible, we will push our imagination out past its normal moorings. So, please join me in praying, as I have throughout this entire writing process, Lord, grant us all grace to see the unseen and to be satisfied to live by faith, not sight, in what we cannot see right now.
My Journey Here to You
The book you’re holding right now is the result of the Lord’s work in and through me at a very dark time in my life. On some days during this season I was aware of the fact that he was leading me here to write these words. On other days, I admit to being oblivious, apathetic, or angry. I struggled to ignore his gentle direction. During these days I discovered deeply troubling truths about myself (and this world in which we live)—truths that I would have said I was aware of but really hadn’t a clue about.
It was also during this time that he taught me how to define what was at the center of my longing. I ultimately realized it was centered on one word, Home.1 Isn’t there something about that word that evokes desire and emotion in you? I have longed for Home. I longed for something more than this devil-filled, sin-cursed world. I wanted a place where love overruled every event, where joy infused every word. I wanted holiness to infiltrate, to make right all I saw. I longed for rest from the battering. I wanted Home . . . to go there, yes . . . but not just for a visit. No heavenly two-hour church service would ever satiate me now. I wanted heaven, to live there, to never be alone again, to be with Jesus forever.
A friend once told me that her longing for heaven was like walking by a bakery and being drawn in by the fragrance of the bread baking inside. I was beginning to smell heaven . . . but I was stuck outside. Smelling it. Longing for it. I yearned for it and this yearning created homesickness in me. I was starving for the most delicious-smelling bread but just couldn’t get to it. I needed a better map, enhanced trail markers, a more accurate vision of the door.
I had to write this book because it helped me read the map and see the door. It gave me sight and it temporarily allayed my homesickness. I wrote it because I was pining away and needed to find the remedy that would both quiet and strengthen my desire for something that remained beyond my reach. I needed to get as close as I could to that bakery so that I really believed that what was coming was as good as I needed it to be, so my soul would be quieted. So I could wait. But I also needed my imagination to be set ablaze so that I wouldn’t lose sight of my Home in the midst of the darkness I was stumbling through. I had to run toward a vision, a lovely smell (if you will), a homing beacon. Little squiggles needed to be infused with the smell of bread baking and the sight of a place where all would ultimately be as it should be. Home: a place for everything where everything had its place . . . including me.
This book we’ve titled Home . . . this is the Lord’s idea. I am trusting him to speak through it to you and to use it however he wishes. But I am mostly glad for it because I needed it. It has kept me from sliding off a perilous road into the quicksand at the bottom of the valley of the shadow of death. Home is in the distance. The lighthouse is burning brightly in the night. Words help me see what my eyes are too weak to perceive . . . and yet I’m continuing this walk in the dark.
I Got This!
Like most independent, self-directed, and self-deceived mortals, I recently thought I knew what my immediate future held. Everything was planned out, tidy, even exciting. I could smile and quip, I got this!
without a second thought. I thought I knew what to expect from my family, my church, my ministry, my day-to-day life. But then I began to sense that something was amiss; life wasn’t proceeding along the tracks I had so carefully laid out.
A ministry that I had recently aligned myself with was falling apart and events that had been completely unthinkable a few months prior were headlines in Christian magazines. Friends were wounded terribly. Many simply vanished from the landscape of faith. I hugged a dear friend who sobbed and sobbed over the losses in her life as she questioned everything she had ever believed, and feared that all her work was for naught.
Lord,
I wondered. We prayed about this . . . You opened this door . . . I don’t understand.
Plans that had been carefully arranged and prayed over evaporated overnight. Relationships shattered. Bridges burned. I began to feel like I was caught up in a raging torrent headed unavoidably toward destruction. The harder I paddled to get out of that treacherous current, the more ground I lost. I was headed for the falls and was completely powerless to change my course. But that was just the beginning.
Just when it seemed that we had weathered that storm and could see those shiny train tracks laid out in front of us again, another distressing event occurred. My church went through difficult changes. My head was spinning. My heart was broken. O Lord, God . . . What are you doing?
The waterfall’s roar was deafening.
While I was struggling to cope with this loss, I became aware of the fact that I was being misrepresented and maligned by people I had assumed were friends. I offered an olive branch to them and suggested that rather than attacking and counterattacking one another on the Internet, it would be a good idea for us to try to come to some understandings by phone. The day was set for our conversation and it quickly went downhill. It was one of the most hurtful conversations I had ever been party to.
And then . . . less than thirty minutes after that conversation ended, I received the news that a dear friend was leaving his pastorate. The ministry he had built was being shut down. From that sadness there was born grief after grief as people struck out in pain, responded in misunderstanding, and assumed the worst about one another. Friends savaged friends. Accusations flew back and forth. Efforts to help blew up in my face. This went on for months and consumed every waking hour and many hours during sleepless nights. The ramifications continue to this day.
A few months later, my sweet daughter’s pastor resigned. The church plant she had labored in for six years was on the brink of extinction.
And finally, my dear uncle died. This was a man who had, for all intents and purposes, functioned as a father to me. As a child I had spent sweet weeks during the summer playing with my cousins at his house. I had such fond memories of splashing in the pool with them. As I became an adult, he was always there for me: someone I could call on, someone I could count on. During the last decade of his life we became even closer; his wife became a dear friend, and we loved attending their birthday parties. His death felt like another devastating blow to me. Of course, he had been ailing for some time, but his death seemed so sudden. It wasn’t supposed to happen yet, was it? On one hand, I was thankful because I had visited with him the week prior and was as convinced as I could be that he had come to faith; on the other hand, it seemed too soon. I experienced a year bookended by the loss of a beloved pastor on the front end and the loss of a beloved father on the other. Over the falls I went.
All Right, Already! Isn’t This Enough?
I don’t mean to sound blasphemous, but sometimes I wonder if God doesn’t have a tendency to be heavy-handed. You don’t need to tell me about how wise he is. I know and believe that. But I also know that the writers of the Psalms felt this same impulse: How long, O Lord?
was their ancient refrain. Yeah. How long? Isn’t this a little much? Of course, it’s nice to know that my experience was also theirs, but, seriously, Can’t a gal get a break?
It was about this time that I leaned over to my husband during church one Sunday morning and said, I have no idea what I’m doing here.
I knew then that I was a step away from leaving everything I had once held dear and that, if I didn’t head in another direction, I was in danger of denying the faith . . . or at least leaving the church.
It was then I also knew I had to write this book. I began reading. A book I had been slated to write was set aside for a later time. I kept reading. I began talking about heaven and the New Earth to friends. I talked about it with everyone who would listen. I listened for it everywhere. These conversations were a God thing. He was directing my thoughts. He was forcing me to think more deeply. I hiked with friends at Torrey Pines State Park and asked them if we would be hiking like this on the New Earth. We watched the waves and wondered if we would ride them in eternity. I read and read and took pages and pages and pages of notes. I prayed.
What will heaven be like? What about the New Earth? What do I have wrong? Exactly what happens when I die? Where will I go? How is that different from where I will spend eternity? What are my loved ones who have already died doing now? Will we work? Will we learn? How will the answers to these questions help me now? These were the questions I asked over and over again while God was untethering me from the here and now. I kept reading and praying and asking.
What Is This Longing I Feel?
I began to try to define the pain I felt. Yes, it was sorrow, but it was something more, something infinitely deeper. I felt it all the time, even when I was happy. It wasn’t just sorrow. It was a longing: a pining for a better place and time . . . no, not just a better place and time, a perfect place and time; a different reality. It felt like longing for home, but not for a home I had ever been to. I began to see that it was something like homesickness, so I began to study that, too.
The word homesickness was coined in the 1700s. Homesickness is defined as distress . . . caused by an actual or anticipated separation from home.
2 The word nostalgia, which we commonly use when we talk about a longing for the way things used to be, was also coined around 1700. Since there was no word in medicine for this sense of sadness, Johannes Hofer, a Swiss scholar, combined two Greek words, "nostos, meaning ‘return home,’ and algia, the word for ‘pain.’"3 This pain I was feeling felt like nostalgia. I was suffering because I wanted to return home. But I didn’t want to return to any place I had already been. I was living in San Diego, where I had lived practically my entire life. I wasn’t longing for San Diego or a log cabin on a prairie—Lord, no! I was still living with my dear family. I wasn’t longing for them, but they were involved in this longing, too. Yes, I wanted to be with them, but with them in a different way. And yet this longing was something deeper . . . something, I began to see, I had felt for years but had been too busy, too in control
to notice. I had been trying to silence this cry in my heart my entire life in all sorts of foolish ways. I realized that I had actually been homeless, but kept trying to build a home out of pretty matchsticks I found on the