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by C. H. Spurgeon

At Home, Yet Not at Home

“yenisalem from above is the mother of tis all. Heaven is ilie believer’s native cotmtry and therefore though the mail be at home, yet the Christian is not; he is out of his proper placed

Hence our position is a paradox. We were in literal fact born out of our native country, and whilst we are at home we are abroad. We can say, “Lord, thou hast been our dwelling-place in all generations,” and yet we often cry, “Oh that I knew where I might find him!” We are exiles in spirit while we are at home in the body; and we shall never be at home till we have left our native land, and have returned to the country which we have never yet seen. We are living paradoxes and contradictions, and it is no wonder that men know us not, for we scarcely know ourselves.

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