This time of year in my county a large group of citizens are thinking about one thing; Leaving town and going home. I live in a university town and am a minister in a congregation with approximately 100 students. Next month many of them will leave for the summer. They will travel highways and country roads that will take them home (John Denver fans, you are welcome).
Some will stay in town in their new home. Andrew (our son) is away at college and will be staying there this summer to work. The last time he was with us, he said, “Montgomery feels like home.”
A few weeks ago I held a Revival (Gospel Meeting) in Gulf Breeze, Florida. I grew-up on that part of the Gulf Coast and my side of the family still lives in that area. For the record, I stayed at my parent’s house while down there. While the house is not the 900 square foot house of my childhood, it was good to be home with my parents and to see my brother, my sisters-in-law, my nieces, a few cousins, talk with my uncle, and see people who knew me as a child and teen. Even then, I was glad to come back home Thursday when the meeting was over.
There is something about home.
I have a good life. I have a great family (immediate and extended). I am a part of a wonderful church family. I have good friends. I have a nice house in a safe neighborhood and I have good neighbors. I have a good house, good transportation, clothing that is more than sufficient, as well as access to good food and clean water. I have a good life here. But even this is not home.
The apostle Paul says, “But our citizenship is in heaven, and from it we await a Savior, the Lord Jesus Christ.” (Phi 3:20). My home is in heaven with my Creator, Sustainer, and Savior.