We are back in Kenya now. We lugged our travel weary bodies into the house last night along with our luggage. So we are home now…. or are we? What is home anyway? Is it a place where the majority of your stuff is but you are about as far as you can get away from your children and extended family? Is it a place amongst family, usually at their inconvenience, close to your children but far away from your ministry and co-workers?
Yes we enjoy coming to a place where we can be ourselves and be fulfilled in our ministries. A place where our stuff is arranged how we like it and we can read our favorite books and listen to our favorite music and look at our favorite artwork (mostly from a certain artist we know). However, we miss our children especially during these days when they are trying to adjust to life in America. We miss our parents whom we feel could use our help as they get older. And we also miss the relationships we have had with many of you whom we have seen so rarely over the past 20 years. Melinda and I sometimes joke that it is like we inconveniently come back from the dead when we arrive in the USA. Maybe because we have processed a lot of life since we last saw each other there can be an awkward silence or stumbling conversation trying to know where to begin or what to say.
Nope, can’t say I’ve resolved that one. Still not sure where my home is on this earth at this moment. That puts me one infinitesimal step closer to my children’s state of being. If you find them talking too much just ask them where they are from.
Many of you have made wonderful homes. We know because we’ve experienced them first hand. More than just a very comfortable and cozy place it includes a web of wonderful and varied relationships. They are the kind of places that you long to return to even on the best of vacations. Depending on your age they are a place made for you by yourself, yourself and your spouse, or maybe your parents. Like Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz says, “There is no place like home”.
No matter if you are homeless, home-confused (like us), or at home I’ve got wonderful news for you. That most joyful, comfortable, wondrous loving feeling you have ever had about home is just the tiniest taste, just a flitting shadow, of what is to come for those who believe in Christ. We get to exchange this earthly home made by ourselves or others for a heavenly home made by the one who made us and knows us better than we know ourselves. Jesus says, “In my Father’s house are many rooms; if it were not so, I would have told you. I am going there to prepare a place for you. And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come back and take you to be with me that you also may be where I am.” John 14:2,3 NIV
I believe this home will be way beyond what our sin crusted brains can even possibly imagine. It will be a glorious place.
When we get there……come on over, the door (if there is one) will be wide open. Leave behind your faith and prayers. You won’t need them anymore. The King of Kings will be there too.
Looking forward to a glorious time at home with you all,