Still looking for a home in a world where I belong.
I was folding another shirt into the new cherry-red suitcase when I heard that line again. It resonated.
I’ve never left the east coast. Never been on a plane.
Tomorrow morning I’ll leave my hometown, drive north, and take a direct flight to Mumbai, carry-on heaping with Tolstoy, Lewis, and the thundering Bonhoeffer. Another flight south, and the beginning of ten days immersed in fellowship and ministry at Carmel School in Tamil Nadu. Return to Mumbai, the city where so much began. Feel it, capture it, come back home.
But every day I realize more that “home” is not this place I’m sitting.
“Even the sparrow finds a home, and the swallow a nest for herself, where she may lay her young, at Your altars, O LORD of hosts, my King and my God.” (Psalm 84:3 ESV)
Home is before His throne. Home is at the heart of God. Home is ever-changing, yet unchanging. Flexible, intangible, yet concrete.
It has been a season of struggle and change. Home is the most appealing concept imaginable right now. But it isn’t something you find by staying and settling. If home is at the heart of God, home is in the pursuit of His heart. Pilgrimage.
The big boy (a.k.a Nikon D70) is coming with me. I can’t wait to show you what I discover of home in moments, faces, creations. I anticipate abundant beauty.
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