Are We There Yet? - The Rev. Joanna Leiserson

Sermons from the Episcopal Church of the Redeemer

I think we are all familiar with "Are we there yet?" In fact, I can't help thinking that the question, so familiar to family travelers, is an inborn genetic trait that is triggered one hour after the car leaves the driveway. Sometimes children even make a repetitive chant out of it, thus increasing its output a hundredfold before the parents put a stop to the noise. When I was young, my mom and dad piled me and my brother and sister into the car, and we headed out on our first trip to Disneyland in Anaheim, 400 miles from home, or eighty hundred miles if you're a kid. After about 20 minutes traveling and every five minutes thereafter, we children asked the question that seems to be imbedded in all children's DNA, to be turned on when they go on trips: Are we there yet? Are we there yet? Are we there yet? Finally, my father said, "When you see Sleeping Beauty Castle, you'll know." Finally, it happened. An eternal seven hours later, Sleeping Beauty Castle loomed up next to the freeway, and we knew. There was the Magic Kingdom. The final destination on our journey isn't the Magic Kingdom; it's the heavenly Kingdom of God. And our landing spot isn't Sleeping Beauty Castle. Instead, our new home will be what Paul calls "God's building" and what Jesus calls "my Father's house" with many rooms, where Jesus promised there is a place prepared for each of us.