As many of you already know, on Friday night my two teenagers and myself slept rough for the night to raise money for Framework. It was a long, cold, wet night with not a great deal of sleep for me but plenty of time to reflect on this question..what makes something ‘home’?
We hear that ‘home is where the heart is’. Well my heart was most definitely with me on Friday night. God is everywhere (including a car-park in Mansfield) and my two children whom I love immensely were asleep right next to me. But this was not home. In no way was this home. This was cold, uncomfortable and although not really unsafe, I still felt the need to keep watch. This was definitely not home. But what is?
Home is so much more than a house, it’s a kind of feeling. I’ve felt at home when I’ve walked into guest houses, or at other people’s houses, or at retreat centres. I felt at home when I walked into my church, I even described it as feeling as though I had come home. And not feeling at home isn’t always a bad thing. We camp for our summer holiday, I love the outdoors feel, cooking our meals outside, being free of time and just going to bed once it gets dark and up once it’s light, but I would never describe it as home. I love it but I’m also happy when it’s time to return home. So what is ‘home’?
Well I had quite a long time to think about it but don’t think I’ve got it completely right. However, here’s my best effort so far…
‘Home is where the heart is….and you don’t need to put your shoes on to go to the toilet’.