Are we there yet?

Anyone who’s traveled with kids knows well the questions they ask.

“Are we there yet?”

“How much longer?”

“Are we almost there?”

“I really don’t think I can wait that long.”

It’s not terribly fun on a ten-hour-drive, but in that anticipation is a hint of something within us all.

The New Testament has what scholars call aneschatological outlook, which is a fancy way of saying its writers constantly look ahead to the Lord’s final return.

That’s one of the things we think about when we fast. The bridegroom has been taken from us, and we can’t wait for Him to come back (Matthew 9:15).

But it’s not just when we fast. There’s a constant sense of awareness that this world isn’t really where we belong. We’re here for now, but we’re just passing through. We feel an allegiance to another kingdom, one we can’t wait to see.

That’s what Peter’s referring to in this passage:

Since all these things are thus to be dissolved, what sort of people ought you to be in lives of holiness and godliness, waiting for and hastening the coming of the day of God, because of which the heavens will be set on fire and dissolved, and the heavenly bodies will melt as they burn! But according to his promise we are waiting for new heavens and a new earth in which righteousness dwells (2 Peter 3:11-13).

Waiting for and hastening the Lord’s coming, Peter writes.

Sometimes we get tired of the journey and frustrated with all of its obstacles.

Sickness, discouragement, sin, disappointment. These things hurt, but at the same time they remind us that we’re headed home, even though the trip feels like it’s taking way too long.

The old spiritual says it well:

This world is not my home, I’m just a’ passing through.
My treasures are laid up somewhere beyond the blue.
The angels beckon me from Heaven’s open door,
and I can’t feel at home in this world anymore.

One time John heard the saints crying out, “O Sovereign Lord, holy and true, how long . . . ?” (Revelation 6:10).

Maybe you and I aren’t too different from our kids in the back seat.

Are we almost there, Lord?

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