Long-distance moving seems an apt metaphor for dying. Even when we know we’re going, we never expect to leave.

Whether a move is welcome or of necessity, it’s difficult to say goodbye. Deciding what not to bring is stressful, and cultivating new rhythms and relationships takes time. It’s a clumsy bundle of emotions and disruption.

Still, planning makes it easier. The best moves involve knowing someone at the other end. Friends who have gone before, new relationships awaiting us, or even a new leader you look forward to learning from.

One hundred years from now, we will all be living in a new place. Let’s make sure it’s Heaven, that the new leader is Jesus Christ, and that people we know will be waiting to welcome us home.