For we know that if our earthly house of this tabernacle were dissolved, we have a building of God, an house not made with hands, eternal in the heavens. 2 Corinthians 5:1
- The following material was taken from writings of my Godly mother, Pauline Digh. She used this text when she spoke to a ladies group at Philadelphia Baptist Church in Monroe, NC. Momma was a pastor’s wife and ministered alongside my father for many years. She was as dedicated to the gospel ministry as my father was. I have woven into this piece some of my thoughts, as well.
The great Apostle Paul was a tent-maker by trade. He knew all about tents and how to make them, therefore, he compared our earthly bodies to tents or tabernacles. He knew beyond a shadow of doubt that his earthy body would be replaced one day. He had suffered many things during his lifetime…he had been beaten, was stoned, he had been shipwrecked, and he knew what it meant to be hungry and cold. His earthly body or his temporary tent bore the marks of his suffering. When he died at Nero’s chopping block in 67 AD, he shed that worn-out human body and received his permanent dwelling place, eternal in the heavens.
God has promised every believer a permanent house not made with hands…eternal in the heavens. As a senior citizen, I am keenly aware that this temple of clay I’ve lived in for 73 years will someday be dissolved, because it’s made of dust…just plain old dust and dirt. It’s been the residence of my soul for a long time and will be replaced with that permanent dwelling place that Paul talked about in Corinthians. When my soul takes flight and leaves this earthly tent, I know I will go directly into heaven and my eternal home with the Lord. But until then, I MUST remain faithful ’til God calls me home.
As birthdays have come and gone, and when my ears and eyes fail me, when my arms and legs refuse to work like they’re supposed to, I can’t help but think about my permanent home in heaven. We groan in this earthly tabernacle or tent as we grow older, but we have a house not made by human hands waiting for us in the heavens.
My dear mother went home to be with Jesus on January 5, 1987. She received her heavenly body that day, and I’m sure God said, “WELL DONE, MY GOOD AND FAITHFUL SERVANT.” Momma’s love for Christ was evident in every aspect of her life, and she was the backbone of my father’s ministry. I don’t care how old I get, I will never get over the loss of my mother and daddy.