NO PLACE LIKE HOME

NO PLACE LIKE HOME

Deut. 33:27 The eternal God is your refuge,
And underneath are the everlasting arms;
He will thrust out the enemy from before you,
And will say, “Destroy!’

There is something special about home, there really is no place like it. Home doesn’t come from the value of the land, the quality of the construction or the beauty of the way the dwelling is decorated. Home is home because of the people who live there. There is something in our hearts that always wants to return to the place we call home. That is what makes our Thanksgiving and Christmas celebrations so special, our hearts long to be at rest, our heart longs to be at home. In our hearts there is a longing for our spiritual home. Like Augustine said, “Our hearts are restless until they rest in You”. Spurgeon spoke about this spiritual dwelling place, listen to his words.

“The word refuge may be translated mansion, or abiding-place, which gives the thought that God is our abode, our home. There is a fulness and sweetness in the metaphor, for dear to our hearts is our home, although it be the humblest cottage, or the scantiest garret; and dearer far is our blessed God, in whom we live, and move, and have our being. It is at home that we feel safe: we shut the world out and dwell in quiet security. So when we are with our God we fear no evil. He is our shelter and retreat, our abiding refuge. At home, we take our rest; it is there we find repose after the fatigue and toil of the day. And so our hearts find rest in God, when, wearied with life’s conflict, we turn to him, and our soul dwells at ease.”

When I was a child, I can remember the safe feeling I had, snuggled up in my bed, I was safe in my room.
There may have been bullies at school or a bad day on the play ground, but when I was home, I was safe. Of course today, things don’t seem so simple. As we get older we become aware of just how dangerous our world is. Even as an adult, there is a longing for that safe protection I felt as a child. I think my security then came from my trust in my dad. I knew he was bigger than any problem that would come my way. He had always handled everything, that made me feel safe. Today, I have a heavenly Father, who is more than able and willing to care for me everyday. Not only has He built an eternal home for me in heaven, in this life God Himself has become my refuge. God Himself has become my dwelling place. He not only protects me, provides for me, and handles ever part of my life. He is there as my resting place. My heart was troubled and restless, as Augustine said, but now I am safe. I have found my home in Christ.

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