For every house is built by someone, but God is the builder of everything.
It’s very nice to go trav’ling To Paris, London and Rome It’s oh, so nice to go trav’ling But it’s so much nicer Yes, it’s so much nicer to come home Frank Sinatra – It’s Nice to Go Trav’ling
Each year, as my family plans our vacation, we look forward to exciting new places and experiences. We take in sights, eat good meals, and enjoy our time together adventuring into things we may not have experienced otherwise. Overall, we thoroughly enjoy our time out, but there’s always that feeling. As the week continues, and draws ever closer to its conclusion, there is a longing to return to that which is familiar and comfortable.
As Ole’ Blue Eyes himself said, “It’s very nice to go traveling, it’s so much nicer to come home.”
This time of year makes us consider what constitutes a home. People you love. Comfortable surroundings. Safety. Security. A place where you can be yourself, without judgment, ridicule, or scorn. Somewhere you can be vulnerable and know that others will come alongside you to share in whatever life hands you. It’s a place where people will celebrate your triumphs and grieve your laments.
Each October affords us the opportunity to consider our church home. Sure, over the years, you may have called many places “home.” Home is where all those things I’ve mentioned occur, and still so much more. Overall, what makes a place home is the love you share.
This year, we’ll join together for a Sunday like all the others, but still different. A Sunday where we’ll acknowledge that longing within our souls, a return, of sorts. We’ll gather for worship, a meal, and the warm fellowship of relationships old and new.
And as we do all of this, you’ll know that wherever that love is present, you’re home.
— Trent Sessoms