Central United Methodist Church
Wednesday, April 26, 2017
Endicott, New York
As I write this, it’s in the 70s outside (close to 80 yesterday!), the daffodils and forsythia are flaming, and I’m thinking wonderful thoughts of playing in the dirt, which of course I can’t do yet, because of the late frost date in this part of the world. All this in mid-April! My Alabama heart is happy, let me tell you.
I’ve been thinking a lot lately about ‘home,’ and my sense of it. I’ve been thinking about my ‘home’ in Alabama, as I start thinking about a summer trip south, my ‘home’ with my husband and our odd schedules, my ‘home’ with my friends, my ‘home’ in the ministry and in this United Methodist Church. So many homes…
Long ago, moving around the country as an Air Force child, I learned that ‘home’ had nothing to do with particular houses or cities, (though I do claim a ‘hometown’ and there are some places that will never leave my heart). With my family situation being what it was when our kids were smaller, I have also learned that ‘home’ doesn’t always have to do with the same people being in the same house every day.
‘Home’ is about much more than that. ‘Home’ is about connection, about finding one’s place, about finding one’s center. Why is this occupying my thoughts these days? Easter.
Easter teaches us again and again, every single year, that we have a home in God and in the community of faith, no matter what the rest of our lives look like, no matter where we live, no matter how we live. It is a glorious promise that God gives to us. We spend time each year during Lent and Holy Week reminding ourselves to put God at the center of our lives and our being—to make God our home--and then it seems we gradually leave that home behind once the lilies fade. May we who call ourselves Easter people remember this year that God is our ‘home,’ and may we live like we believe it!
Still in One Peace,