A recent and unsuccessful bought of house shopping has me wondering about something. I have been blessed; especially in the area of finance. First, God taught me to save as a kid. Second, I have no debts to speak of. Third, I have a job I enjoy. Fourth, Alameda Bible Church has let rent their parsonage for the last year. It is a really nice house.
While I’m counting my blessings, I guess I should ask my question. When and how does a house become a home? A house is a thing. Like a rock or stick, it’s just a thing. But when you live in it, you start to take part of your individuality and start organizing the house with it. Events and enjoyable moments start oozing into the woodwork, until we view the house as a home. I think we humans are far too fast to put human emotions into inanimate objects. I’m dealing with this because circumstances are causing me to move. What of the home I’ve made is coming from the house with me?
My goodness, I sound depressed. Or maybe a little sad, and don’t worry, like Sally Sparrow said in Doctor Who, “Sad is happy for deep people.” So since I’m so deep and sad, I’m happy. And I am happy. No, that’s not true either. I’m blessed. So, what of my home goes with me.
I’m betting the lack of final destination is what bugs me the most. I know what to do with my stuff, and I know where I’ll be living in two weeks. But what I don’t know, is where I’ll be living in two months. Where will MY home be?
C.S. Lewis said that God has made man for heaven and it’s very hard for him to feel at home anywhere else. That’s true. We get into such a pickle thinking this place or that place is home. I don’t have a home here on earth. I’ll never have anything more than a house. My REAL home has been and will always be in heaven.
Here is a reminder from a sad, deep, happy little nut–Your home is where God is.