I lived in the same house for the first 10 years of my life.  I have now lived in 43 different dwellings in the last 51 years. Sometimes the ministry is not so different than a career in the military.  My wife and I have just moved into our latest place of residency.  Moving is never easy on backs, schedule or relationships.  I would say here that my wife and I have made this move in the most wonderful love and harmony ever. Maybe the next 43 will be even easier. With that said, if I were a divorce lawyer I would just follow U-Haul trucks around on Saturday. Plenty of potential clientele when couples are moving.  If you want a good argument, just move something together.

 Now after 11 trips to the Goodwill store, parting with the past and 7 trips to the toxic waste drop-off, because you can’t just throw that stuff in the garbage anymore, the truck has been loaded and emptied and we’re moved.

One day I will make my last move.  All the little prizes I’ve gathered will be left (you will never see a hearse pulling a u-haul trailer); the toxins and dangerous elements (that is called sin) will be properly disposed. The moving truck will actually be the enveloping arms of my Redeemer, the moving crew will be the Heavenly Hosts and my house will actually be the place I have been searching for all my life.  John 14 says “In my fathers house are many mansions…I have prepared a place for you…I will come back for you and where I am you will be also. Someday—My last move.