“One day spent in your house, this beautiful place of worship, beats thousands spent on Greek island beaches. I’d rather scrub floors in the house of my God than be honored as a guest in the palace of sin.” Psalm 84.10
I know home is merely an attitude, but what a different it makes! Fighting jet lag, missing luggage, and unpacking would normally overwhelm all of us, but yesterday it did not matter. We were home. The attitude reflected itself in all of us; tensions dropped, fatigue set in big time, and attitudes mellowed. We are home.
The recent Redwood days in worship are still spinning in my head, causing me to wonder where life will take people close to my heart along with me. The pain and injustice in their lives keeps me awake, wondering what I can do and longing to give the issues up in faith knowing that God will take care of things. The challenge of finding fellow travelers to share the walk with God continues, knowing that worshipping with friends is always an awesome experience. I wonder where I will find God’s home.
Our home in England is only ours for a time; some of that time is beyond our control. My sense of belonging is only for a time, I know my true home is somewhere else. Our heart is God’s home and he longs to spend time there. For God, this home is more than an attitude. For God, our hearts are the home that he died to inhabit but is only present on our invitation.
Reflecting on God’s approach to life and individuals helps me understand my own attitude. God’s home is in me unless I decide to search somewhere else. I am God’s beloved. I am God’s child. I am because He is, unless I refuse to acknowledge the fact or accept His gift.
God’s home is more than an attitude; it is a choice. Mine. God spends most of his time trying to let me know what His house of worship is like. It’s our call.
