Far Kingdom by The Gray Havens

The pastor of the church we've been attending for the last month or so has been talking about the German term "sehnsucht", building a playlist that sits in that longing. There is a far, far kingdom There at the end of the sea Where they know my name And until that far, far kingdom Calls me home Oh, my soul, I will wait In Lewis' Weight of Glory, Clive says: The books or the music in which we thought the beauty was located will betray us if we trust to them; it was not in them, it only came through them, and what came through them was longing. These things—the beauty, the memory of our own past—are good images of what we really desire; but if they are mistaken for the thing itself they turn into dumb idols, breaking the hearts of their worshippers. For they are not the thing itself; they are only the scent of a flower we have not found, the echo of a tune we have not heard, news from a country we have never yet visited. That longing has been weighty this year in our home. Psalm 62:5…