As I was visiting the church in New Jersey the pastor told the following story:

His brother was a Worker in the Middle East, a very difficult place to work, especially in view of the large number of radical Muslims there. Whenever this man got discouraged he would go down to the local cemetery and visit the tombs of two Workers who had gone before him. They had endured in that hard, hard land for years and left their bones behind in that foreign soil. A simple epitaph was marked on each of those graves:

For Christ and His Kingdom

As he told that story, I was reminded that regardless of where I’m going and what I’m doing this is my highest goal: to please my True King and advance His Kingdom. I am a servant of the King and in that sense I can be content, regardless of who else rules. I am pressing towards the true place where my citizenship lies and I will see it accomplished on this earth, whether I still am in this body or I have attained the new one. And that’s a comforting thought.