And the night shall be filled with music
And the cares that infest the day
Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs
And quietly steal away.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, from "The Day Is Done"
A few days ago, we pulled into our driveway to find that a tent had been put up in our back yard! We had never seen it before and had no idea where it came from. A mystery! It remained there for a few days, then I happened to talk to our next door neighbor. Her two teenage daughters had put it up for a fun weekend sleepover. She assured me it would be gone in a day or two, and I told her I loved it, and so would our little friend Ella when she came to spend the day. I have tried here to capture the joy of a three year old upon just finding a colorful tent in the yard. It seems that the most wonderful things happen tents. God came to earth to talk to Moses in a tent. Abraham pitched tents in a foreign land because and we are told that "he was looking forward to a city with foundations, whose architect and builder is God." To me, a tent is a symbol of something transient and temporary. But then again, all our houses are really just temporary, aren't they?
"Now we know that if the earthly tent we live in is destroyed, we have a building from God, an eternal house in Heaven, not built by human hands." 2 Cor. 5:1