I know I’m in good company.
I picture countless college students, soldiers, business travelers and others, pining for home.
This is the time of year when it hits hardest. A time for togetherness, a time of tradition.
But here’s my thing:
I counted it up, and in my life I’ve had exactly 15 places that I have called home.
That’s a lot, although you may have had even more.
Which one am I longing for?
I have wonderful memories that come from many of those places.
Families, fun, meals, gifts given and received.
But this year, it’s not for any of those places that I am homesick.
I am longing for what I might call a heavenly home.
Jesus replied, “Anyone who loves me will obey my teaching. My Father will love them, and we will come to them and make our home with them. –John 14:23
The earthly world seems especially slippery this year. I find it hard to cling to some of those “home” traditions with the same joy I do most years.
This year I long for something eternal. Something true. Something I can hold on to.
I long for a Love I can call home.
This home is not necessarily a place, nor is it only accessible after one’s death. It is the Father, Son, and Spirit setting up a spiritual home with you.
A home base. A safe place. A launching pad. HOME.
What triggers this kind of homecoming?
Jesus says it: Clinging to him. Living with faith.
This is the kind of home I’m sick for.
The very kind that will make me well.
Merry Christmas! Cling to Christ!
Have a great week,