Jesus replied, “If anyone loves me, he will obey my teaching.
My Father will love him and we will make our home with him.” John 14:23
I’ll never forget my mother’s repeated plea. As she succumbed to increasingly tangled thoughts in her brain, no thanks to Altzheimer’s disease, she’d stare at nothing on the wall, her eyes glassed over. Then she’d switch her gaze to me and beg, “I want to go home.”
After several food refusals, the repetitive loop of ‘I want to go home’ blipped again through her neural circuitry. I assumed the woman I once knew as Mom sought a way out of her mental prison, that home was nothing but the familiar structure she’d known, built of bricks and mortar, curled up beside her husband of sixty years.
Am I home yet?
Until the Spirit nudged and whispered, “She wants to go home.”
Ah. That one.
I cringe at the phrase, ‘Home is where the heart is’ – only because I know the condition of my own heart. The prophet Jeremiah nailed it.
“The heart is hopelessly dark and deceitful, a puzzle that no one can figure out. (17:9, The Msg)
That’s not a home I want to live anywhere near, let alone live inside.
Through the years when away at camp or in unfamiliar surroundings, my children have been known to call and beg, “Mom, I just want to go home.” I knew what they meant. They were longing for the literal shelter of their house, the familiar smells,
their faithful Fox Terrier
at their feet, a home-cooked meal, a comfortable bed, the laughter of family. They wanted home.
It isn’t unusual for a week’s vacation to stir a desperate yearning to return home. Dorothy Gale discovered this after being abruptly whisked via tornado to the Land of Oz. Suddenly engulfed by the unknown, living in splashes of vibrant color, surrounded by witches and munchkins, the naive Kansas girl tasted of her heart’s desire to escape her dusty, prairie homeland. And concluded simply this: “There’s no place like home.”
So where’s home anyway? Father and Son claim their home is with me.
If anyone loves me, he will obey my teaching. My Father will love him and we will make our home with him. John 14:23
That’s not a home I would grow tired of and beg to leave.
Home isn’t a place, but a posture beside Jesus.
Home is loving Him with my whole heart, abiding obediently with Him.
Home is simply where the desires of my heart match His and, therefore, are fully satisfied.
I believe that rascally prodigal son returned home to the Father long before he returned home to his father.
“I want to go home.”
“I want to go home.”
The cry of Mom’s heart now realized, she’s not looking to go home anymore. Because home is where the Lord is. I’m super stoked to know that once God reunites me with her, she’ll not be reminding me to make my bed 🙂
Today’s post is dedicated to my dear friend, Lois Van Deventer, who just yesterday crossed the finish line of her earthly race at the age of 90. It seems that saucy lady couldn’t wait to go home, either.
Lois Van Deventer, 90th birthday