Going home. I don't know what it is about going home that gets us so excited. I can remember, as a young child, how we went to Grandma's and Papa's house on Sundays. My brother and I would get hyped up and energetic because there would be dozens of cousins there as hyped up and energetic as we were. We would run through the kitchen, grab one of Grandma's everpresent biscuits off the stove, run out the back with a bang of the screen door and head straight to Papa's barn where we'd play in the loft until dinner time. My teenage sister would be looking forward to going off and sitting with other teenage cousins, whispering, giggling and talking about all the things teenagers talk about.
Going home. Now my house is the place that the family goes home to. My sons sit in the living room watching ballgames on tv, laughing at each other and , generally, just enjoying each other's company. My husband is going back and forth between the living room and the kitchen taking it all in while helping me prepare a meal. Now, I have daughters in law sitting around the table with my daughter enjoying lots of high voiced laughter and conversation as they chop and peel vegetables. And through all this confusion, we now have toddlers bobbling through the house with shrieks of excitement and a trail of cookie crumbs behind them. The only thing that makes it better is when we have sisters, brothers, nephews and nieces sharing in all the fun. Ahh....the noise....the chaos....the fun of it all.
Going home. The one that we, as Christians, look forward to is our final home. Heaven. I can't comprehend the event. I can't even begin to comprehend the reunions, the sights, the Saviour. I can't imagine the emotions of seeing those little children that parents have lost before they could even hold them. I can't imagine holding the hands of grandparents that held us as a child. I can't imagine holding and hugging those brothers and sisters that we have longed to see again. I can't imagine looking into the eyes of parents that looked on us for the first time. I can't imagine the sights, the beauty, the complete joy. I can't imagine seeing the Saviour that loved me before I was formed, that loved me through all my ugliness and sin, that loved me enough to spread his arms in complete surrender to all the brutalities placed on him so that, one day, I could .... go home.I Corinthians 2:9 But as it is written, Eye hath not seen, nor ear heard, neither have entered into the heart of man the things which God hath prepared for them that love him.
