Many years ago, when my sister, Marsha, was around 6 years old, she was invited to a sleepover at a friend’s house. Marsha was excited to receive the invitation and readily accepted it. When the evening of the sleepover arrived, she loaded her overnight bag into our family car. Then mom drove her to her friend’s house for the big adventure.
Mom returned home and we carried on with our normal evening routine. Around 9 P.M., the phone rang. Marsha’s friend’s mom was on the other end of the line. Marsha was really homesick and wanted to come home. Mom went and got her.
Many times, we’ll use the phrase, “I’m going home.” By this we mean we’re going back to the place where we sleep at night. But is this really our home, especially if we’re a disciple of Jesus? (more…)