Wednesday, December 21, 2016

Longing for Home

I don’t know about you, but I love to come home. I enjoy traveling, going out with friends, and running errands, but I always love coming home. 

I might be gone for a week or an hour, but as soon as I walk in the door, I feel relief. I’m where I belong. I love coming home, and I love being home.
           
Home is familiar. Comfortable. Safe.

But as much as I love my home, I long for my other one. 


Oh, I’m comfortable here. It’s familiar. It’s what I’ve made it. And it is safe because I’ve made it to be. 

But sometimes, I feel an ache for a place I think I remember but I’ve never been to. 

A place I’ve only been told about but still feels like mine. A place where, when I look to the sky, I can practically envision. It feels more like home than the one I’ve decorated and furnished.
            
I wonder what it felt like to be God in the form of a baby. To leave the home that was familiar, comfortable, and safe and to suddenly awaken in a different world, unable to tell anyone who you are or why you’re there. To be fully God, yet fully dependent on the people you created.


In a world of unrest, did He feel safe? In a turbulent time, when His parents took Him and fled for their lives, did He wish He had four walls and three squares? Did He long for one home while He was living in the other?


I wonder how much He understood, being a baby and all. Yes, He was fully God, but He was also fully baby, having to rely on His parents to keep Him safe.

Remember when Mary and Joseph lost their son? He was twelve. Old enough to be responsible for getting himself to the bus on time to leave Jerusalem. When his parents realized he missed the caravan back to Nazareth, they had to backtrack—a day’s journey.

They found Him in the temple. His mother made an attempt at instilling Jewish guilt by asking Him how He could treat them this way. He replied, “Didn’t you know I had to be in my Father’s house?” He was Homesick.


And what about all those times during His ministry when He went off to pray by Himself? Did He long for Home then? Did He sit on a mountaintop, or in a rowboat on the middle of a still lake and look up to the sky, His other home? Unlike me, He knew exactly what that other Home looked like. All the more reason to be Homesick.


When He died, the thief on the cross next to Him said, “Jesus, remember me when you come into your kingdom.” Don’t forget me when you get Home.

To which our Savior—that grown up baby who left His Heavenly Home to live in an earthly one—replied, “Truly I tell you, today you will be with Me in paradise.”

Paradise.

That’s where our Home truly is. 

Sometimes we visit a place we call paradise on earth. Maybe it’s someplace tropical—one of those resorts with the grass huts built on crystal clear turquoise water. 

It seems like paradise, but the mosquitoes are the size of dragonflies and we’re worried we might get Typhoid Fever, or we had a bad meal that didn’t agree with us (I’m speculating, as this is only a fantasy of mine. The mosquitoes and bad meals make my missing out more bearable). As wonderful as the vacation was, we can’t wait to get home.

As much as I love the home I have here, the one that is comfortable, familiar, and safe, the one that is waiting for me is all of that and more. It’s paradise!  

I long for paradise. That’s why I sometimes feel homesick for the place I’ve never been to but feel like I was. 

But maybe I have. That’s why I believe that when I finally go to my other Home, my first one, the one that houses God’s workshop where he fashioned me—that I’ll have a grass hut in water the color and depth of nothing I’ve ever seen on earth.

Ah, paradise! That’s Home.

Blessed Christmas. 


May the peace that comes from Your Heavenly Home be evident in your earthly one.
Mare

I think this is one of the most beautiful songs ever written--it's not so much about "Home" but more of a contemplative song that captures what Mary may have thought throughout her life. Enjoy as you contemplate Jesus and Home today. If it doesn't appear, click here to open the acoustic version. 



or here to open the orchestrated version complete with clips from the movie, Jesus of Nazareth. If you want to cry, watch the one with the movie clips. 



(I like them both, and couldn't make up my mind, so I included both.)

*This article first appeared in Ruby for Women (Christmas issue, 2016). To read the full issue, click here.

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4 comments:

  1. Thanks for sharing Mary! So thought-provoking about Jesus as baby especially- something to wonder about, thank the Lord for, and be excited for when we get home to ask Him about!

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    1. Thank you for taking the time out of your busy schedule to read, Bethany.

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  2. Love these thoughts! I've never thought about it that way, that all those times Jesus was probably longing for his true home. Beautifully written :)

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  3. Thank you, Nicole. I appreciate the kind words, and the time you took to stop by.

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