What keeps you going home? I doubt it is the sense of obligation. It would eventually wear away. I surmise it is not anything negative, rather something positive and reassuring, at least most times! Something happens that keeps the glue of family working.
I realized as I walked through the doors of baggage claim and into a warm, hazy, muggy scene that I was a long way from London. I do not think it was the voices, even though they were slower, deeper, and more visibly respectful than I have heard in a long while. I doubt it was the vehicles even with Big Carl Jr.’s black windowed Suburban rumbling by with the music thumbing everyone in the wake. Even the taxis reflected a different world; gone the consistent black London people movers to the rusty, rattling buckets from the seventies. I knew things were different when I saw the car and heart the voice of my father welcoming me home.
I keep finding that there is glue binding us. I know that I am a part of their family with a special place. I can hear it in their voice and sense in the walk. I am special. The glue transcends family links, it moves right on in and to God. The spiritual bond is the strength the holds things together through time, even when we do not realize the colors of mercy, acceptance, and love.
You are part of a special family. Yes, there is a home that you know and frequently visit. There is also the place to where God is calling you to be. He loves you in ways you have always carried a thirst to experience. He recognizes and introduces you to new experiences that you continue to try to achieve on your own.
What do I want to do? I want to do the same thing as the lady I sat with on the plane did for me. I want to “reach out and welcome one another to God’s glory.” (Romans 15.7) With God, you are home, completely and fully.
