Yesterday’s post got me thinking about what “home” really is. One could give any number of different answers. So today I thought it might be interesting to see how some of these different definitions of home have been set forth in song.
The Utopian Ideal
Some picture “home” as a place of perfect happiness, where nothing bad ever happens. Where seldom is heard a discouraging word, and the skies are not cloudy all day.
Roots Run Deep
To some, “home” is simply the place where one was born. No matter where life takes them, they always long to return to the place they feel they belong. Or, as I’ve heard some around here say, “you can take the man out of the South, but you can’t take the South out of the man.”
Home Is Where the Heart Is
To others, the place matters not. What is important are the people who love and understand them, despite their faults. As long as they have their loved ones nearby, they’ll never be a stranger or feel alone.
Master of My Destiny
Still others seem to care nothing for places or people. What they value most is their independence. The illusion of control over their own fate. The freedom to take their time, speak their mind, and redefine their own reality. Wherever they roam, where they lay their head is home.
Just Passing Through
And then there are those who, like the good people of Narnia, see this world as but a shadow of the things to come (Colossians 2:17). To them, these “Shadowlands” are but a far country, not the true home for which they were created. Though the world offers many distractions, they ache for what is lost: the perfection of Eden before the Fall. They anticipate the future return in glory of Jesus Christ, by whose sacrifice God’s people have once again been granted perfection for all time (Hebrews 10:14). They look forward to the promise of a new heaven and a new earth (2 Peter 3:13), in which they will dwell in righteousness with their God, just as Adam had in the Garden.
For each of us, “home” probably seems like a mixture of several (or even all) of these. As for me, there are times when I idealize home. There are times when I am drawn to the place where I am known and loved. There are times when my desire to be with those I love borders on idolatry. There are times when I forsake all but my own desire, and attempt to forge my own path through life.
But above all, my hope is set on my eternal home, and on the Savior in whose glory I will one day share!
“But our citizenship is in heaven, and from it we await a Savior, the Lord Jesus Christ, who will transform our lowly body to be like his glorious body, by the power that enables him even to subject all things to himself.” ~ Philippians 3:20-21