". . . they were tent-makers." Acts 18:3


We are all tent-makers. We work with materials that are perishable. Our homes, churches, purposes, our cities contain within them much that is transient. Thankfully there is a divine side to all of this. 

The tent of the home

The home takes on all kinds of shapes. Some are broken and fragmented. Some are gathered together and filled with happiness. Others have left the family to begin their own, some have done well, some have not. There are those who have patterned their family after God’s design, while some have been disobedient to the heavenly vision. Whatever the state of the family, the tent is frail. We are reminded that we will at last be brought to a house not made with hands. 

The tent of the church

Our churches are more than wood, stone and glass. They are more than tents in a desert. There's a divine side to these tabernacle tents. There’s a church within the church, one that does not fade, but grows and flourishes as generations pass. Listen long enough and you'll learn the church is made up of beating hearts. This is the work of no ordinary builder. The church grows in darkness and light, it spreads out through the earth beneath burden and shoots up with shouts of joy. 

The tent of work

We are more than tent-makers in our vocation. But even so, every tent must be taken down. There's something more to our work than survival. We work in and tend shop with God. He inhabits every plan, project, and performance. He redeems it from futility and claims its fruit for all eternity. Work done unto the Lord never dies, every good deed resonates from one generation to the next. 

We live with the assurance there's life beyond our transient tents because Jesus has gone before us to prepare a place for us, one that will never deteriorate. 


Take a paper towel, crease it down the middle and set on it a table like a tent. Then think about the eternal dimensions of the tents in your life.