Longing for Home« Back to Blog
What is home? As Frederick Buechner so eloquently describes in Secrets In The Dark, home is where Christ is. He talks about longing and belonging – “to yearn for a long time for something that is long way off and something that we feel we belong to and that belongs to us.” Buechner goes on to say that what he longs for is something in the past, a space in time when he was most at home.
This brings up so many thoughts and feelings for me as I remember back to my childhood, my teenage years, and compare it to the present and to what has gone unsatisfied in me until now – a dream of a home that seems unattainable. I’ve longed for home for so long and not been satisfied that I’ve given up the dream of my mansion on earth for the hope of an eternal peace and joy in heaven. There just seems to be so much turmoil in life that I find myself yearning for silence. There’s so much work to be done in this life that you have to have the long view to stay the course. Staying the course while enjoying the journey…two things that don’t easily go together.
Home for me is the laughter of my children, the warm and soft touch of my wife, the smell of a freshly cooked meal. It’s putting my kids to bed, or watching them discover something new, or the relief of a crisp fall air. It’s an unexpected letter in the mail, or a call from an old friend out of the blue. It’s that song I return to over and over bringing the reminder of it’s truth.
And yet, with all of these wonderful things in my life, I often feel homeless. A sense of not belonging – especially around people. In church, people are searching, longing for the same things: hope, home, family, place, purpose, meaning. We come into community expecting to be entertained, moved, taught, fed, given to, to experience a deeper relationship with God. But in the midst of all this activity we can easily feel exiled, without place.
I desire to get to a point where I’m not trying make things be more than what they are. Church is not my home. My job is not my home. My house is even not my home. Home is something much more mysterious and intangible than those things. Home is beyond. It’s not something that you or I will fully experience until we reach the other side of this life. What keeps me moving forward, from giving up, is my hope in that eternal home in Christ Jesus. And by faith, I take great comfort in this truth.
What is home for you?