“The question is not whether to love it, but how to love it rightly. Our citizenship is in heaven, says the Apostle, and from there we await the Savior. Remembering this does not mean despising the earth. It means refusing to demand from it what it could never give us in the first place – an unshakable foundation.

“Because we confuse temporary shelter with our true Homeland. As long as the traveler remembers where he is going, the collapse of a roadside inn is a tragedy – but not the end. He will find another place to spend the night. But the man who has nailed his bed to the floor and convinced himself there is nowhere else to go really does lose everything when the roof comes crashing down.

“Twice over. The person who remembers his true Homeland takes better care of the roadside inn than the one who mistakes it for his final home. Longing for the Heavenly City neither abolishes nor destroys anything on which earthly life depends. We obey human ordinances in pursuit of peace on earth – provided they do not conflict with our faith.

“The peace of all things lies in order. And order is the arrangement that assigns everything its proper place. A traveler must also respect the order of the house where he is staying: he does not break the furniture, insult his hosts or refuse to pay for his lodging. But he remembers that this house is only one stop along the way.

“Of course not. It is a roadside inn. The sin is not sleeping in the bed. The sin is nailing it down and refusing to continue the journey.

“There – now you see the difference. To enjoy something means to become attached to it in love as though it were an ultimate good. To use something means gratefully accepting what has been given to help you reach your final destination. If we wish to return to our Heavenly Homeland, where alone we can truly be happy, we must use this world rather than make it our ultimate delight.

“But would it be reasonable for him to nail the bed to the floor and declare the inn his permanent estate?

“Imagine a traveler on a long journey. He stops at a roadside inn to rest. They give him water, make up a bed for him, give him shelter for the night. Is it reasonable for him to make use of all this?

“Rome was only a home for countless human hearts. And every heart chose whom it would serve. As long as people loved not the city’s mighty walls or its seemingly limitless power, but God dwelling among them, the city stood. When that love ran dry and nothing remained but pride – everything collapsed in an instant.

“You want to know why the city fell? Wait. Let me tell you about something else. There are two cities, built by two kinds of love. The earthly city was built by love of self carried to the point of contempt for God; the Heavenly City, by love of God carried to the point of contempt for self. The first glories in itself. The second glories in the power of the Lord.