I love the city. I love tall buildings. I love wandering downtown streets, discovering new restaurants, getting lost in the hustle-and-bustle of people being out and about. I love the convenience of not having to travel too far to find a grocery store, gas station, mall, or hospital. And while some cities are certainly more preferable than others, in general, city life is for me. Once, when visiting family in rural Montana, my wife and I told new acquaintances that we were then from Chicago. A woman replied, “Chicago? Who would ever want to live there ?” to which I thought, “Funny—people in Chicago ask the same thing about those who live in Montana!” So since I am a city-boy, when I get to Revelation 21 and see the picture of Paradise as a “Holy City , Jerusalem, coming down out of heaven” (Rev. 21.10), I can’t help but get excited. Yet, for as much as I love city-life, I can appreciate this Montana woman’s remarks. Deep dow...