Christ
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Riverton, New Jersey |
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Can you go home
again? HOME. “an environment offering
security and happiness … a valued place regarded as a refuge or place of
origin”. If there was ever a word that conjures up vast floods of emotion
it is this one. But even an accurate dictionary definition only scratches the
surface of what ‘home’ really means. Perhaps that is why so many best selling songs have been written about it: Stephen
Foster’s “Old Kentucky Home”, John Denver’s “Country road take me home”,
Simon and Garfunkel’s “Homeward bound” or the old chestnut “Be it ever so
humble, there’s no place like home” (not to mention the refuge sought in
“Show me the way to go home”!). These few examples only serve to emphasize
the powerful desire for a place of security, happiness and refuge. The tug is
so powerful that I can recall more than one Alzheimer’s patient coming up to
me in nursing facilities and pleading, “Can you take me home?” I
remember one woman who, after asking me that question, grabbed my hand and
held on with such a grip that it took two people to gently get her to let go. However, in spite of an almost
visceral desire and the tinting of nostalgia, home for many has rarely lived
up to the ideal. There are those for whom home was not or is not a haven of
quietness and peace. For others, the loss of loved ones,
be it through death or relocation, means there is no longer a family
homestead to return to. Even for me, in spite of the fact that my parents are
still in the house I grew up in, it isn’t the same place. In the last
twenty-five years my mother has replaced all the furniture and the walls are
all different colors. The only exception is the dining room. But even in that
place of family dinners innumerable and extraordinaire, there is now a bay
window, seasonally decorated, which offers an unimpeded view of other
75-year-old colonials on 40 x 100 lots. When I complained about this many
years ago, a friend of mine said, “Perhaps Thomas Wolfe was right, ‘You
can’t go home again’”. I believe this desire for home is so
strong because it is a longing implanted within us. It comes from our souls’
desire for our heavenly home with God. Jesus promises that there are many
dwelling places prepared by him for us. But while these are part of God’s
eternal promise, our Lord does not seek to leave us
without any place to hang our spiritual hat in the here and now. For ‘the
home of God is among mortals’ (Rev. 21:3). Where on earth might that be? I believe it is in church. As John
Bowers so eloquently expresses in Hymn 51: This is
the Lord’s house, Home of
all his people, School
for the faithful, refuge for the sinner, Rest for
the pilgrim, haven for the weary, All find
welcome. The church is the place where we can
find short of heaven, the kind of peace, security, and joy for which the
human heart longs. And what I find most wonderful is that (in spite of Thomas
Wolfe), with God you can always come home again. And
while there are externals that do change, God’s
welcome mat and hospitality are eternal. So, if you’ve been away, be it for a
half a summer or half a year, why not come to See you in
September?! |