A few years ago a friend asked me, “Larry, where do you feel at home?” I thought for a few minutes and finally confessed, “I’ve never been there.”
I have thought of my statement often since that day. I have discovered by asking subtle questions of many others that my deep inner feeling is not isolated. Much of the wandering spirit of our nation, and I’m sure other nations as well, is associated with the internal feeling of being homeless.
The music of our culture is replete with songs about home. They are about coming home, going home, finding a home. Our state song here in Indiana, written by Hogie Carmichael is Back Home in Indiana. John Howard Payne wrote the well-known poem
Home Sweet Home. The opening line states,
“Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam,
Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home;”
Payne’s poem asserts the little cottage is home and to go there again would settle the heart longing. Those of us who have, know better. The place is really not on this earth. C.S. Lewis best described reality when he wrote:
“Your place in heaven will seem to be made for you and you alone, because you were made for it -- made for it stitch by stitch as a glove is made for a hand.”
Philippians 3:20, “For our conversation (Citizenship, lifestyle) is in heaven; from whence also we look for the Saviour, the Lord Jesus Christ:”
Copyright © 2014 Larry Lilly
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I have thought of my statement often since that day. I have discovered by asking subtle questions of many others that my deep inner feeling is not isolated. Much of the wandering spirit of our nation, and I’m sure other nations as well, is associated with the internal feeling of being homeless.
The music of our culture is replete with songs about home. They are about coming home, going home, finding a home. Our state song here in Indiana, written by Hogie Carmichael is Back Home in Indiana. John Howard Payne wrote the well-known poem
Home Sweet Home. The opening line states,
“Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam,
Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home;”
Payne’s poem asserts the little cottage is home and to go there again would settle the heart longing. Those of us who have, know better. The place is really not on this earth. C.S. Lewis best described reality when he wrote:
“Your place in heaven will seem to be made for you and you alone, because you were made for it -- made for it stitch by stitch as a glove is made for a hand.”
Philippians 3:20, “For our conversation (Citizenship, lifestyle) is in heaven; from whence also we look for the Saviour, the Lord Jesus Christ:”
Copyright © 2014 Larry Lilly
For IT services it's hard to do better than clicking Oral Deckard
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