Doesn't matter how fancy your tent is...it's still a tent.
Look upon Zion, the city of our festivals;your eyes will see Jerusalem,a peaceful abode, a tent that will not be moved;its stakes will never be pulled up,nor any of its ropes broken.
Live in a tent for a week on a backpack trip sometime and you'll have a better understanding of what our walk in this life is truly about. A tent gives you minimal shelter and privacy. Everyone knows what's going on instead a tent so there are far less secrets from those who pitch their tents around you. You are more subject to the elements. You're not insulated from what's going on, removed, separated. You are totally aware of the heat, the wind, the rain, the morning light that comes flooding through the fabric of a tent. Unlike a house, a tent doesn't allow you to store much stuff, just the stuff you really need for sleeping, eating and clothing.
But beyond the temporary and fragile nature of most tents, Jerusalem offers a bit more permanence and comfort in the knowledge that is tied down and will not be moved. There is a constant to Jerusalem that reflects the city to come in the next life when we leave our earthly tents and move into a mansion across the river.
Those who live in a mansion in this life fool themselves into thinking it can't possibly get better than this. Those who live in tents, long for what is yet to come.
Lord knows. To know God is to need God.
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