[going home again]

[writer's note: this entry is hail to the original where is your home? entry that can be found in the archives. if this seems similar it's because it is; however it is not identical.]

where is home? is your house, your abode, your collected goods your home? or is something greater than a physical proximity or an address or an x on a map? is home simply a place in your heart? a place of safety from the elements or a refuge from teh violence of life? can it possibly be that those who are uneasy or ill at ease have only lost their way home? can it be that home isn't just where your heart is or where it longs to be; that home might be at the intersection of hopes and dreams-- where joy and peace give way to unfolding destiny? that the homeless are only just lost sojourners who have simply not know what home really is? can it be that the homeless aren't just those who live on the streets, under parked cars, inside of cardboard boxes, under bridges, behind tattered tarps and in shredded tents, but they're the ones without hopes and dreams, without vision and lack a sense of destiny? can it be? can it be that the homeless aren't just the shelterless?

what would it look like to take on this responsibility? to give hope to the hopeless? to give sight to the visionless? to give shelter to the shelterless? to be a father (or mother) to the fatherless (and motherless)? to be a lover of the loveless? to offer a home to the homeless?

i imagine; i imagine it would look a whole lot like Jesus.