March 20, 2015

WHERE IS HOME?

In a lifetime, we’re often asked,

“Where is home?” Where is home?

Is it Thanksgiving evening after the long meal

together with family – with nothing to get

us up to start cleaning the dishes and the 

silverware and put the leftovers for tomorrow

away today? And we're just sitting there talking

and laughing and telling old stories together....

Is it in our mother’s arms as a baby or at

Mom and Dad’s grave if they’re dead?

Where is home? Where is home?

Is it evening when we’re coming home

after a long hard day of work or school?

Is it in a church – coming back after years and 

years of being away – and someone at the church says, “Welcome home!” and there we are, being  together once again at home in church.

Where is home? Where is home?

Is it 500 miles away? Is it a quiet morning and

we’re looking out a train window to see familiar

faces on a platform – who are looking for our face –

and our suitcase – coming down those 3 steps?

Or is that moment after we die – in a far country –

and God our Father says, “Quick! Bring out 
the best robe and put it on him; put a ring on her finger and sandals on his feet. Bring the calf we’ve been fattening, and kill it;we are going to have a feast, a celebration, because this son of mine was dead and has come back to life; he was lost and is found.”  And they began to celebrate.

Where is home? Where is home?

© Andy Costello, Reflections 2015