The word means several different things.
This weekend it was our local high school Homecoming. Festivities, reunions, game-preparations…a whole lot of hoopla! There was excitement everywhere. Special decorations. Special clothes. A parade. Gatherings of past graduates.
Websters first definition of homecoming is “the act of returning to your home or to a place that is like your home”. I wonder when they added the “OR”. You see I understand the “or” but my husband does not. Let me try to elaborate. From the time I was eight years old my home took the shape of well…I am not sure it took shape. My parents split. My home became disjointed. I rested my head on many a different pillow at night. My clothes were always in the wrong place. My heart had trouble resting. And if home is where the heart is…mine was torn. My husband on the other hand knows exactly where “home” is and still returns to visit his parents in the same home that he celebrated birthdays and Christmas for his entire single life.
Home. It should bring a warm feeling to say the word. But as I talked with others this weekend about the painful mistakes that take place in some homes, with some families, I was reminded that the word homecoming may not be very special to everyone. The saying “Home Sweet Home” may make some people cringe. The truth is that there are homes that are worn, torn, broken. Abusive situations exist that take the heart right out of home.
Where can home be when this is the state our domain?
When wrecking balls are tearing through the heart of home?
Where do we rest?
Where do we celebrate?
Where do we have peace?
This earthly life we have been given is a temporary home. But it is home until the time we join with our Father in heaven. When Jesus departed from his disciples he promised a gift.
Let your heart be filled with the love of Jesus ~ Jodie