Our son is home for Christmas Break from college.  He goes to college in Providence, Rhode Island.  The other day at 7:30 a.m. he posted on facebook that he heard a rooster crowing outside his window.  I’m not sure whose rooster it is.  The rooster wasn’t here when our son went to college.  One thing’s for sure, Matt’s “not in Kansas anymore” errrr….I mean, not on College Hill in the city of Providence anymore.  A rooster crowing is a stark reminder that he’s in a small West Virginia town of 1,500 people, give or take.  There’s no bus system here.  There are no high rise buildings (I’d say nothing over two stories), not much traffic (except sometimes you have to wait at the red light at the bridge from Ohio leading to our WalMart), and people here speak when they walk by each other on the sidewalk when they’re walking to the post office, and there’s officially “nothing to do” here for a teenager.

But what is here is home.  When he’s here, his mom makes him chicken parmesan, even in the wee hours of the morning if he asks.  His bed is here.  His cross country awards hang in and around his bedroom.  His pictures are on the walls and tables around the home.  When he’s in Providence, he’s getting a great education and doing what he needs to do.  When he’s done there, he recently told us he may well come back to West Virginia.  This is home.

If we’d look at our lives as Christians a little more like that, I believe things would make more sense.  We are missionaries here, “strangers in a foreign land”.  Our ways and the ways of the world are going to clash at times.  Our values shouldn’t always match the values of the non-Christians we are friends with.  We should stand out a little bit.  Don’t get me wrong, this is where we’re supposed to be at this time.  This is home right now, just as Matt is at home in Providence while he’s there, but it’s his home away from home.  His true home is “among the hills”.

As a Christian, my true home is a place I have not seen yet.  I think there are angels, there may be streets of gold, heck I don’t know for sure.  But I know I have some loved ones there and my Savior is there.  I want to make Him proud of me while I’m here doing what I have to do, what he has called me to do while I’m at my home away from home.

This entry was posted in Uncategorized and tagged , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

1 Response to Home

  1. theWomanAtTheWell says:

    I get homesick time to time, exactly like you mentioned in this post. Good writing great Word. Thank you. God Bless.-watw

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.