This world is not my home,
I’m just a passing thru.
My treasures are laid up some where beyond the blue;
The angels beckon me from heaven’s open door,
And I can’t feel at home in this world anymore.
I will always remember the night I heard him crying.
Though we had been in college for at least 3 months, my roommate was suddenly hit with such a strong surge of nostalgia for home that I awoke in the middle of the night to the sounds of his sobs. It gave me such a strange, helpless feeling. There is little you can do to comfort the victim of homesickness. We later talked about his memories, the things he loved about home, the sacrifice of leaving. But even the discussion was somewhat painful for him.
Sometimes the best cure is to simply allow time to do its trick, to slowly dull our emotion, fade our memories. But then, out of the unexpected blue, we will see something. Maybe a smell. A stranger speaking with a familiar accent. A billboard on the highway. And suddenly our body reacts, a lump forms in the throat, our eyes close with emotion, the mind lost in the splendor of days past.
Home.
The Glory Days. The “remember-whens”. My children often ask me to tell them stories of my youth: the games, the fights, the neighborhood rivalries, the snow days with Mom and Dad… there are countless stories. And I confess that I love to craft the tales, rounding the edges with embellishments while maintaining the essence of the heart of home. And on many occasions, I get the lump.
I find it interesting how our spiritual selves have the same longing. Paul even describes it as a “groaning” in his letter to the church in Corinth:
Now we know that if the earthly tent [physical body] we live in is destroyed, we have a building from God, an eternal house in heaven, not built by human hands. Meanwhile we groan, longing to be clothed with our heavenly dwelling. 2 Cor. 5:1-2 (NIV)
As you walk with Jesus toward the Cross, imagine yourself as being one of his disciples, but with a slight twist: imagine you are with Him, but that you also have the full knowledge of what is about to happen. What thoughts must be going through His head? He is less than two weeks away from returning home. We often think, and rightfully so, of the despair, the pain of walking toward the Cross… but what of His walk toward Home? …His return to Paradise?
Our home was once here on earth. It was found in the Garden of Eden. We lived within God’s Creation, but a holy, sinless, spotless, yet-to-be-cursed Creation. God Himself would walk with us through the Garden. In John’s Revelation, John is blessed with the realization that the Tree of Life is found “in the Paradise of God”, waiting for us to return! Our spiritual selves groan for that home, for the Paradise of God.
Challenge #18: Describe home. When you think of home, what thoughts run through your head, through your heart?
This week will be tough… not in the sense of physical restraint, but in spiritual openness. This week, dwell on grace, pray often and passionately. The journey is yours, though you are not alone. We sojourn together… and will return home together.
Monday’s Challenge #19: UGLY
Sunday, March 21, 2010
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I was born in Michigan and lived there until I was 14, then we moved to Alabama. Alabama never really felt like home. I moved back to Michigan when I was 24 and met Bill. We got married, had Josh and moved to Florida a few years later. Luke was born there, but Florida was never really home either. We moved to Georgia 15 years ago. I guess Michigan is our childhood home and where we started off. We have fond memories there. Georgia is home now, where we live but what really feels like home is when we go visit family and we are all eating a meal together, talking (usually about stories from the past), spending time together, just enjoying being together. It really doesn't matter where I am, just that I am with those I love and that love me and my family.
ReplyDeleteI also want to add that when we moved each time it was very difficult leaving friends and family. One particular friend I had from childhood in Michigan I left when I was 14 and again when we moved to Florida. We cried so hard together and even though I don't see her now or even talk to her much I know one day we will be in an eternal home together with all our loved ones.
I want to thank Scott Franks for the great picture of heaven he preached on this morning. I've never heard it told like that before. Bill was saying how it reminded him of the ending of the movie, Field of Dreams. The guy built the ball field and his father that had died came back. He asked if this was heaven and his son told him no. The father said, it sure looks like heaven. The son looked around and saw his wife and daughter swinging and laughing, then said, I guess you're right, it does look like heaven.
Home... that is a hard one. I don't have one right now. Let me explain that one.
ReplyDeleteWhen I was little I had a home. Heck, until I was 18 I had a home. It was with my parents. I felt safe and loved and like nothing could harm me. But it wasnt the house... it was my parents, in essence, the people I was with. The people that were there to take care of me and watch me grow.
And now, I go back to that house... it isnt home. It doesnt have that same sense of security. It doesnt have the same smell. It only has one of the same people... but that one really isnt the same either. It is a broken place for me.
Sure, I have a house and people that love me. I have pretty awesome friends I live with (most days) and a pretty nice house. But it isnt secure. Any day I could not have the money to pay for it... I could do something to make our landlord kick us out. It isnt mine. It isnt safe. I've felt like that ever since I was 18 and not in my childhood home anymore.
What do I think it will take to make a home again. Many, many things... that I don't when I will have or if I will have them.
This doesn't make me sad. A little restless maybe, but not sad. This isn't our home. We are not meant to be comfortable in this life. Our place, our home, is with Him. I'm waiting for that day!
i think that our home is in Heaven althought we live here now in this time our eternal home is with Him
ReplyDeletehome for me is where i am comfortable. its not necessarily a place, even though my house is my home, but it is a place where i can be myself and be with God, friends, family, and where i can be alone. it is where i rest, work, play. it is the place where i can love and be loved. i think my biggest home our church, followed by my own house.
ReplyDeletebut the places i just said is my home on earth, i believe. my homwe isnt here, its up in heaven. it is where i will live forever and be pure and holy. i will be with God and i will be reunited with loved ones there.
it is my eternal home where as this is my temporary home.
Dylon
ReplyDeleteMy temporary home is a place where I can relax after a long day at work.It is also a place where I can express myself and be wih the ones I love and the ones I am close to.
home.
ReplyDeletehmm.
home is a lot of places, for me. not just my house, though that is one of them.
my lake is a home to me. i feel comfortable and calm there. it's not a huge lake, really just a pond, but i love it. it's peaceful.
pbc is a home to me. this is the place where i can connect with kids in other states and create never-ending friendships.
burnt hickory is a home to me. i LOVE the worship and friends there... i can't even describe it. that is where my BEST friends are and i would not trade it for anything. i'm able to be myself completely.
:)
Well, I still live in the same house I came home to from the hospital. It's a weird place for me. Growing up it was awesome. Me, my parents, and my older brother lived here. I was so happy. It was great. Then, my mom moved out, and my parents divorced. After, my brother moved out. Now, it's just me and my dad. Same structural house, VERY different emotional house. Now as I live here, I am reminded of the old house. Sometimes I look at a spot in the house and remember some crazy story that happened. It still smells the same. Oh how I LOVE to step into my house and smell home. It's a wonderful feeling.
ReplyDeleteI also remember home at my grandma, Mimaw's, house. She babysat me forever. I loved her house. I felt so loved by her.
Though my home isn't the same as it once was, it's still my home and I am so thankful I've lived in the same house for 24 years.
The place I called home during my childhood and school years was a place where we learned all about serving others in a way that brought glory to God. We reached out to the down-trodden, the lonely, the helpless, the families that needed release from bondage in ways that God had blessed us to provide escape. I remember how we opened our home to many that came to live with us for a day or two, and month or two, or, in some cases, several years.
ReplyDeleteThe home that Tracie and I enjoy is a home filled with warm memories of much the same, reaching out to God's world with what He's blessed us with. God has put us in situations where we had to search deep within His word to understand what He was helping us to understand. This helped us realize that we should have one goal that is the biggest one we can set... the ultimate goal for our family is to live with God in eternity in our permanent home...HEAVEN!!!
My home is a very important place to me. I have lived in the same house for almost 14 years and i love everything about it. I love every sound, smell, and feel of it. I just feel so comfortable there. I can run through the house singing without worrying about what anyone will think. Or I can lock up in my room or go out on my roof and enjoy the closest thing to silence as I can in a house of eight.
ReplyDeleteI love that feeling that I get after I have been away from home for a long time and then I start seeing the familiar things of home. And once i walk back into the house and the smells and the excitement of my home are back. I can't even imagine how much better it must have been for Jesus. Coming back into Heaven. As perfect as my house seems, I know that Heaven is really perfect and I cannot wait until I get to experience that home.
I kind of want to break out into Carrie Underwood's 'Temporary Home' now.
Honestly, I don't really think of my house as a home to me. I've never really felt comfortable in either one of my houses. I used to. It used to be warm and welcoming and I just loved being there but it's just not like that anymore. It just feels different. Weird. But, I have lots of other places that I consider my home. My dance studio. The park. My best friends house. Places that I feel comfortable. Where I can open up and be myself and not put on a front. Those are the places I consider my home.
ReplyDeleteIn this life, home, for me, is NOT a place. It's people. It's relationships where I feel comfortable enough to be myself, without hiding parts of me. Relationships where I feel loved enough to show both the beautiful and the ugly parts of me and everything in between. There aren't many of those, but the ones that exist are precious to me. Those people are my home on this earth, and when I think of heaven, one of my perceptions is to know and be known as fully, without shame, and without an ugly side to conceal
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ReplyDeletehome is where i'm comfortable. where i cuddle with my mom. where i am warm. where i am cold. where most of my memories are. where i laugh..hard. where i eat. where i am a lot of the times. where i grew up. where i read. where i think. where i cherish. where i pray. where i love.
Home. Mines not much to talk about; in fact, if you take the stereotypical pentagonal stick-figure-style house people quick draw and flip the roof from going left to right to going front to back, you have my house. Its nothing special, but i couldnt want much more. Because nothing else would be my home, it would just be my house. Home is where i come home, set down my bookbag, and lie on the couch after a hard day. Its eating dinner with my parents at a white table that has room for six...but is lucky if its seating three. Its lying on my bed that takes up about a third of the floor space in my room while watching TV. And its hanging out with my dad, just talking about whatever (mostly baseball). Its nothing special, but no where else would i feel so welcome, so comfortable, or so at home.
ReplyDeletehome for me is when im just hanging out with my friends... yall are awesome
ReplyDeleteI lived in the same house from the time I turned five years old until I was seventeen. One specific thing I remember about that house is the way the sun came through the windows in the living room during the afternoon. My mom and I always loved that. I would lay on the floor in the sunlight. And then we moved to the amazing house my family lives in now. Oh the lake! But, even though I have loved those houses, I think of home as the place where you are most comfortable and happy and feel the most secure. I think the place I feel most secure and safe and loved is wherever my family is. When I was young and one of my parnets was gone at night (especially my dad) I would cry myself to sleep because it just didn't feel right. When I'm sick, I still want to go home and lay on the chair with my mom, and sit on my daddy's lap. They're the best at making me still feel at home even though I don't live with them anymore.
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ReplyDeleteok a little late i know. home. it's weird that when you get older, college, move out, grow up...home changes. when i go to the house my parents live in it is still where i lived from kindergarten through graduating college (and a few more months). my parents still live there and it is very similar to the way it was when i lived there. but for a long time now it has not really been home. home is not exactly a location. it's the feeling you get when you are there...even if there just means with someone.
when i think of home i think of burnt hickory. a whole lot of my family is there. and people i grew up with. a few 2nd mothers and all my grandparents...i went to burnt hickory/smyrna for 5 months shy of 26 years....that's home. there were times when it wasn't. but now...it is. and people usually leave home so it's ok that i am not there now. but that is safe. that is love. that is comfort. and sometimes when i think of it or the people i really miss or how often i do not see my family anymore...i get the lump.
When i think about home, i think about my house and my church. To me, home is where you feel safe, secure, and loved. Somewhere you can be yourself with the peopke that love you the most. I love my house, my family can be very entertaining and it is comfortable. And i know that no matter what i look like or what happens that they'll love me. When i think of church, i think of a group of people who are passionate about christ and who can make you feel at home. They make you feel wanted and safe; like that nothing matters but God and worshiping him together. Not based on what clothes you wear or who your friends are, but how much we care for each other.
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i've never moved. not once. next year it will be weird going to college because i've never been anywhere else before. my house is always changing, it started small when i young and i shared a room with one of my sisters; the three sisters shared one bathroom and then my dad decided to add on to the house and once he started he never stopped. my house is in the middle of no where, untill about 5 years ago the closest grocery store was 25 minutes away. i love my house, always will. i love taking naps by our buckstove in the winter, and cleaning out the muddy pond in the summer. i love driving home to see my dad building something crazy. my house has so many memories, i could probably go on forever just talking about it. my house is where i want to get married, just like my sister, it's where i'll keep coming back to. i love my house at christmas when there is actually not a corner of my house that isn't decorated in santa clauses, wreaths, reindeers or christmas lights. despite being the drive to all my friends houses usually being long, i love living in the middle of no where. i love going in my back yard and having no neighbors. i love everything about my house, especially the people in it. i love when it's just the five of us, it doesn't happen often and i'm sure it will hardly happen when i have my new nephew, but those times when we're all just sitting we're all just sitting in our living room laughing and making fun of each other is what makes my house my home. it's what makes me happy, it's what i'll always remember about my house for years to come.
ReplyDeletei have lived in the same place for my entire life. it is a place wher i can do anything even though it is not the place i will always be. homefully i will end up at my home in heaven.
ReplyDeleteWhen i think of home i think of two places my house and church. At my house i know when i walk in there is a warm welcome waiting for me. At church when we sing i feel at peace i feel like god is welcoming me to him.
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I find myself to be at home when I'm at the beach. Its just so peaceful. I like to listen to the waves, watch the sunset, and look at the beautiful stars at night. that is where I feel at home.
ReplyDeleteI have many homes. My house, of course feels like a home to me. It is where I have lived for most of my life. It feels like home because I can be completely comfortably and myself. I can look terrible or be sick or even be mad at somebody and still know that I am loved. (Even though I don't always FEEL that way, but that's only when I'm EXTREMELY ANGRY).
ReplyDeleteAnother place that is home to me is Burnt Hickory. I have been going to Smyrna/Bowen Auditorium/Burnt Hickory my entire life...it is the only church family I have ever known. And I love it. I love the people, I love the worship, I love the environment, pretty much everthing about it!
I also feel that Chattanooga, TN is my home. Mostly because I have so many great memories of going up there to see aunts, uncles, cousins and grandparents all of the time. I remember all of the times that we went up there for Thanksgiving, Christmas, Easter, and all of the other random times that we went up there. I really like it there and I love being able to hang out with my family, especially my older cousins, because, no offense to everybody else, but they are more fun that my aunts and uncles and grandparents. haha. But I still love all of them very much.
Of course, with the love that I have for the outdoors, I feel like Lake Allatoona is a home away from home for me...especially when we are camping at McKinney campground...I could navigate myself around that place in my sleep I know it so well! I LOVE that place...and also the beach...that's another "nature" place that feels like home to me.
And then of course, I always feel at home and like I am family when I am at my close friends' houses. :)