“Home sweet home, There’s no place like home, Home is where the heart is”…just a few phrases to describe the need for feeling at home – for belonging somewhere.
I’ve always been an introvert and therefore enjoy coming home to unwind at the end of the day, but lately, I can’t get enough of being home. I know it’s a result of working many hours between 2 jobs (one over 40hrs/wk), but my idea of a perfect day has been sleeping in, lazy breakfast, cleaning/organizing, and Netflix watching. When I’m home only in the late evenings, I have no energy or motivation. When I do get some extended time at home (such as some Sundays), I tend to feel more motivated, energized, and rested.
If you think about it, Jesus probably never felt fully “at home” on Earth (beyond the fact that He lived on a world and with people He created). Born in a barn, His parents on the run from King Herod for possibly the first few years of his life, and as an adult He was always traveling. In Luke 9:58, Jesus says about himself…”Foxes have holes, and birds of the air have nests, but the Son of Man has nowhere to lay His head.”
Jesus’ birth, life, and death were all a huge sacrifice made so that we could feel at home with Him. Anytime we call, He is with us. We are home.