(Photo by Corliss Sinclair, CT)
The traditional American dream is home ownership, a house with a white picket fence and climbing roses, a loving family inside. In today’s society, home sales are falling, the divorce rate is climbing, and the rose bush seems to have more thorns than roses. Some American families are more like the Osbornes than the Waltons. Like Dorothy in The Wizard of Oz, we seem to have been caught in a whirlwind that has whisked us away from everything that is safe and familiar. Toto, I don’t think we’re in Kansas anymore.
With the Thanksgiving and Christmas holiday season upon us, we long to return home to our families, however fractured they may be. We dream of warm kitchens, tables spread with good food and plenty of smiles and hugs to go around. We yearn for the true definition of home and family, a place where we are welcomed and loved. In this modern world, is there really still a place like that? Maybe, maybe not. But if we know Christ, we have a home in heaven that is beyond our most fantastic dreams. There is a table spread and a mansion ready. Best of all, there is Someone waiting for us with open arms. We don’t need the power of a fictional wizard to grant our heart’s desire for a real and lasting home. We simply need to “come home to Christ.” Truly, there is no place like home.
“However, as it is written: No eye has seen, no ear has heard, no mind has conceived what God has prepared for those who love him.” (1Corinthians 2:9, NIV)
By Hazel King