There are several words that describe what I would otherwise call "home." I am not meaning, "house". I mean the place where I sink in, settle in, relax, find comfort, return to, and relish. It is the place of familiarity, default setting, place where my soul lives and where I find nourishment. That is what I mean by "home."
I cannot think of anyplace I would rather be than alone with God. There I have time and room and an inviting opportunity to confess, praise, think, rest, reflect, plan, be discovered and discover. That is home for me. It is not in a crowd. It certainly has no place for a television, radio, phone, computer or tools of amusement and entertainment. A chair in a quiet room, beach that offers a view of water and more clouds than people, loft, grassy field, or slow moving brook are my favorite home settings.
Here is the issue: it is easy to stray from home. It is easy to allow the world and the calendar to dictate pace and place. But, returning "home" must be as common and predictable and regular as returning to "house." It must be a daily pilgrimmage. I understand that there are many who might find "home" very different than me. But, wherever it is, if Jesus’ voice can be heard and I can know God and myself better there, then it must be a place of frequent visits.
The Kingdom of God contains everything of God’s presence, power and plan. In that Kingdom, he always provides home. There’s no place like home.