Posted by Dr. Wade Smith on February 19, 2016
There is a poignant scene in the movie “The Blind Side.” The Touhys welcome Michael, a homeless teen, into their home. As Mrs. Touhy shows Michael his bedroom, he says, “I never had one before.”
Clarifying, Mrs. Touhy asks, “A room to yourself?”
“A bed,” Michael responds.
Could it be that home is where your bed is?
As an Air Force brat, I spent the first years of life moving from place to place. By the time I turned 12, I had lived in California, Maine, Florida, Oklahoma, Texas and Louisiana. Yet, in all those moves I never had the sense of being “homeless.” I always knew where my bed was. For me, home was less about an address and more about the people I shared life with. As long as I was with mom, dad, and sister, I was home.
Could it be that home is where your love and affections are?
Yet, there is an element of home that involves place. As my family moved around the country, I always knew that Oklahoma was home. Broken Arrow was where my parents grew up. Broken Arrow was where my grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins lived. My family seldom took a vacation, we always went home. When dad retired from the Air Force, we moved home.
Could it be that home is tied to special places?
And now, our oldest daughter has left “home” for college. Her bed is in Waco. In many ways she has built a home for herself there. Yet, she loves to come “home” to Norman. And when she comes home, we always make sure that we share a meal together around the table. The meal is planned, prepared, and served. We sit, join hands and pray, giving thanks for food, for family and for home. Our simple kitchen table transforms into a banquet table as we talk, laugh and share our lives with each other.
Could it be that home is found around the table?
Where is home for you? I fear that one of the great struggles of our nation is the loss of home. Some of us don’t really have our own bed or maybe we have too many beds. Our affections are divided by broken families or confused through competing relationships. We have moved from or lost the sacred places of our roots. We eat fast food because we are too busy to sit around the table. In many ways we have lost “home.”
The Bible proclaims a new story, a story of home. The Good Shepherd of Psalm 23 invites us to lie down in green pastures. He prepares a table for us. He promises a house to dwell in forever. In the New Testament, Jesus speaks of God as a loving Father, adopting us as children, preparing a house with many dwelling places. The parable of the Prodigal describes a God who waits, watches and welcomes His children home. Indeed, home is the essence of God’s Kingdom, both now and forever.
Are you looking for a place to call home? Do you miss the affections of healthy, stable relationships? Do you long to sit around the table to eat, talk, laugh and share life with others? Home is the place you long for. For some, home can be reclaimed. For others, home can be fostered. For all, home can be realized in the presence and people of God. What are you waiting for? Isn’t it time to find home?