Jesus to us: “Abide in me—abide in my love“ (Jn.15:4, 9). “Lord, through all the generations you have been our home!” (Ps.90:1). “This I declare about the LORD: He alone is my refuge, my place of safety; he is my God, and I trust him” (Ps.91:2).
Dear Jesus, I’ve lived on Melville Street, Oakwood Lane, Rosewood Vally Drive, Highgrove Circle—meaning I’ve lived in houses on those various thoroughfares. But more than ever I am so grateful to be able to say that you are my Home, Jesus—my heart habitat, permanent address, happy place, grace sanctuary, and residence of rest. Hallelujah, and thank you.
It’s just flat-out true—home is more about “who” than “where.” A house has an address, a home has a heart. It’s more profound than cliché to say that our home is where our heart is—more so, our home is where your heart is. That explains why I easily weep when I hear Mike Card’s song, “I Will Bring You Home,” in which he wrote you singing to us…
“Though you are homeless, though you’re alone, I will be your home. Whatever’s the matter, whatever’s been done. I will be your home. In this fearful fallen place, I will be your home. When time reaches fullness, when I move My hand, I will bring you home … I will be your home.” Hallelujah, on Gospel-steroids.
Jesus, teach us how, and take us afresh into a life of abiding in you, and abiding in your love. Thank you for our houses, and for the sweet seasons and moments of “homelife” we have enjoyed in this life. But help us understand that our deepest longings for Home are connected to you. Fill our hearts and our houses with you as our Home… until the day you take us Home. So Very Amen.
