They say you can’t go back home. But that’s what we did recently for our first vacation since we left Milwaukee one year ago. My wife, Tammy, and I went back home, but it really isn’t “home” any more.
In a sense, Milwaukee will always be my “home,” because it’s where I was born and raised. We still have family there, and wonderful friends. But since then “home” has been St. Louis, western North Carolina, the Washington, D.C., area, and then Milwaukee again…for another fifteen years.
Now we live in Florida. Yes, it’s hot and humid in the summer. Yes, it’s a sea of strip malls. Yes, we have alligators occasionally roaming our neighborhood.
But this is now home. The winters are wonderful. The people we have come to know are great. Our parish has become a family to us.
Yet what really makes it home is that we, Tammy and I, are here together. Our kids now think of this as home. It feels like home when I drive up to our house after a long trip. It’s a place of rest, a place of peace, a sanctuary and fortress against all that the outside world would throw at us.
It is, of course, a shadow of our true Home. Our lives as Christians lean in that direction. When we get to that Place there will be a true sense of togetherness, community, and family. There will be rest, peace, sanctuary and fortress against all that could ever again harm us or make us sad.
They say you can’t go back home. But “they” don’t understand that home is not just where the heart is, it is where our true life lies. We lean toward it and long for it.
What about your home is it that reminds you of your true, eternal home?