“LORD, THROUGH all the generations you have been our home!” Psalm 90:1 (Living Bible)
Lately, I have thought about the concept of “home” — the “ideal” and the “reality.” I think about the home of my youth (the quaint house I grew up in). The house where, from the bedroom, I could hear my grandmom singing her favorite hymn, every morning just before her prayers. Downstairs in the kitchen, I see my father (the Chef) percolating coffee as he prepares one of his amazing breakfasts, and hear him whistling his own favorite hymn. There was nothing particularly notable about the house — it was the love that emanated from the building that housed the wondrous music of the joyous hearts of those I loved, and it was especially the words of the hymns, that honored the One that I loved with all of my heart. No matter where I traveled or for how long, I could hardly wait to return. There was something magical about that modest space. I have lived in many houses since then — most more beautiful, but none as special. Nothing equals what I felt within those walls. Nothing compares to the peace, security, and calm reassurance I experienced there.
What is “home” really? Is it a building? Is it a feeling? Is it a person, a place, a thing? I am not sure, but clearly, it is special. Why else are there “home” keys on computers; “home” bases on baseball fields, and even “homing” pigeons, etc.? For me, “home” is shelter from the harsh realities of life. It is where I find comfort, contentment, and rest. It is where I unwind and forget the tedious toils of the day. It is where I can take my tired body and aching spirit directly to the welcoming mat of my Father’s heart.
The Psalmist is saying, “God is the home for the human heart and the human heart becomes a home for God.” With God, there is no threat of loss through disasters, foreclosures, or evictions. Never a concern of homelessness — only periodic bouts of homesickness. The building is sound. The foundation is stable and the walls cannot crumble. No thieves can ever break through or steal. What joy to know that GOD IS OUR HOME! Saint Augustine, said it best, “Thou hast made us for thyself, O Lord, and our hearts are restless until they find rest in thee . . . .”
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