“Hear my prayer, O Lord, and give ear unto my cry; hold not thy peace at my tears: for I am a stranger with thee, and a sojourner, as all my fathers were.” My, we like to get in our little corner down here and fix it up and think it’s going to be permanent. And we get our little blanket, and we get our little false security down here. May I say to you, the best we are—we’re a pilgrim and a stranger down here. And that’s the way we ought to live this life, friend. And we’re journeying—we seek a city “whose builder and maker is God.”