It seems to me that we of the Christian faith have lost touch with our roots in some very important ways. We are so comfortable in the modern world, so at home in it, so “in touch”, that some of our old hymns really don’t mean much to us any longer.“On Jordan’s stormy banks I stand and cast a wistful eye, To Canaan’s fair and happy land where my possessions lie”, or “This world is not my home, I’m just a-passin’ through. If heaven’s not my home, O Lord what shall I do?”What do Jordan and Canaan have to
