I got to come home this weekend to see my family! I love coming home. I could seriously go off right now on all of the cheesy little lines about “Home is where the heart is, home is where your family is, home is … etc.” but I’m not going to. Because I believe that there is something special about returning to the place where you were raised. For me this is especially true as we have lived on the same property my entire life.
I have a particular affinity for coming home to this place. It is wild, it is beautiful, it is home. My home is more than the people that make up my family, it includes the land that I grew up on.
The very concept of home is one that brings up strong reactions from people everywhere. Positive or negative, every one has an association with the idea of home. As Christian’s we have a particular longing for home that has nothing to do with any earthly location. We idealize the area we grew up in and then use that as an allegory for heaven. Heaven is a place we long for that, like home, includes both a location and people. Clearly we desire heaven because God is there, but it’s also the concept of a paradise, of a forever home, that draws people in. The same way that God is presented as the ultimate Father has heaven presented as the ultimate home. It draws on all of our longings for a home and a family and reminds us that we will have this forever, eternally. And that my friends is why there is no place like home.