Heart Thoughts
The word “home” strikes a chord in all of us. It’s a popular theme in our culture, and always has been. In “The Wizard of Oz,” Dorothy’s quest was to find her way home. Several generations of pop singers have crooned the ballad, “I’ll Be Home For Christmas.” The classic TV series “The Walton’s” came forth from a hugely popular holiday movie entitled “The Homecoming.” When a host wants us to feel at ease and secure, they tell us to “make ourselves at home.”
We are all of us, longing for home. How many of us have truly found it? How many of us are living far more as displaced persons, persons without a home? We’re looking for the road home, but where is it? Dorothy had the yellow brick road, but what about us, what road is there for us to follow?
In the 43rd chapter of Isaiah, God is speaking to His people Israel, a people taken from their home in Judah, and led away into captivity in Babylon. A people held in slavery for 70 years, with an entire generation having heard of a long lost home, but never seeing it. They were longing for home, and it was to this longing that the Father spoke. In verse 19 He says, “I will make a pathway through the wilderness for My people to come home.” There was only one road, one pathway that would take them back, and that pathway was found in Him. It is still found in Him, though Him, through His Son, Jesus Christ. He is the Pathway that leads home, and home is far more than where we grew up. It is the home we were created for. It’s found in His heart. The pathway to home leads through the heart of the Father. It’s there and there alone that we’ll find what we long for. God’s heart, and our homeland.
I grew up just outside the city of Pittsburgh, and spent the first 29 years of my life there, never gettting much more than a few hundred miles away. All that changed when He called me into His life. Within a year, He called me away to Colorado, a place I never dreamed I’d be. From there He led me to Texas, Virginia, New Jersey, and back to Virginia. I’ve lost track of how many “earthly” homes I’ve known. It was in those places, many of them dark and lonely, that I learned where home really was. It was in Him. He was my home. In those dark places, whether an abandoned campground in rural Virginia, or an unfurnished apartment in Richmond, places that were decidedly not home, I discovered where my home was. In Him, His heart, and His love. Jesus was my pathway home. He still is. Is He yours? Have you found the pathway home yet?
He’s the pathway before you. Walk upon Him. Find your way home. Home to His heart. He’s calling to you.
Blessings,
Pastor O