Coming home

By JFJ UK

I tried to walk as fast as I could and managed to overtake most of the other passengers on the way to the terminal. No hold luggage meant that I could walk straight through customs, jump in a taxi and be on my way – home. I knew the drill – I’d done it many times before. I couldn’t wait to see my family again!

Although it’s a cliché, there really is no place like home.

Although it’s a cliché, there really is no place like home. I don’t think it’s a coincidence that the Hebrew word for ‘house’ bayit can also mean ‘family’ in some contexts. After all, the reason why I always look forward to coming home is not really to get to all my stuff, but rather to see my family. To be where I’m loved.

Passover is also a story about coming home. Or perhaps more accurately, about leaving home, and then coming home – to new home, a better home, a God given home. Despite the great miracles that God wrought at Passover, I’m sure that many of our ancestors were apprehensive about setting off on a long trek into the unknown through the hostile conditions of the desert. In fact, at one point most of them wanted to turn back and go back to Egypt! Perhaps being a slave and having what you know was more attractive than being free and having what was unknown…

Passover is also a story about coming home. Or perhaps more accurately, about leaving home, and then coming home – to new home, a better home, a God given home. Despite the great miracles that God wrought at Passover, I’m sure that many of our ancestors were apprehensive about setting off on a long trek into the unknown through the hostile conditions of the desert. In fact, at one point most of them wanted to turn back and go back to Egypt! Perhaps being a slave and having what you know was more attractive than being free and having what was unknown…

Life is a little different nowadays. Travel is a lot easier now, which means more people do it more often and end up in more parts of the world. We travel, like our ancestors – but more intensively, more fiercely. And we’re still looking for a home. The irony is, the more we travel, the more cultures we see and experiences we have, the less we feel at home. Or rather, the more we feel at home in different parts of the world, the less we have one place where home really is and where we can say, “Here are all my loved ones.”

Consequently, we’re really no different from our ancestors. We’re looking for a home – a place that is safe, secure and where we feel loved and accepted. The problem is, there is no such place – at least not on this earth. Even once our ancestors reached the “Promised Land” they had to conquer their enemies and repeatedly had to defend themselves against marauders. Eventually, because of disobedience, they were thrown out the Land, exiled once again.

“I am the way…no one gets to the Father except through me”

The good news is that God has promised us a home that is safe and secure – one where He will ‘wipe away every tear’ (Rev. 21:4), one where we are enveloped in His all encompassing love. But to get there, we have to set off on a journey. We have to leave behind our old, broken, corrupt lives and start a journey to our new, spiritual home. The great news is, we have a guide to help us on the way. When Yeshua the Messiah died and rose again nearly 2000 years ago, He opened the way to the Father again. He, Himself said, “I am the way…no one gets to the Father except through me” (John 14:6). If we put our trust in Him, He gives us a new life and we start out on the journey to a new home.

But it’s not that simple, is it? What about our old, broken lives? Even though they’re ruined, we still know them and cling to them. “Oh that we had meat to eat!” exclaimed our ancestors. “We remember the fish we ate in Egypt that cost nothing, the cucumbers, the melons, the leeks, the onions and the garlic.” (Bemidbar/Numbers 11:4-5) Are you willing to let go of your life to get what you’re really longing for? Are you willing to leave Egypt and risk the journey to the promised land, or are you going to stay a slave forever to your desires and to your fears?

I punched in the code, ran up the stairs and put the key in the lock. My wife and children were waiting for me – what a wonderful reunion! How good it was to be home! But the truth is, I really came home in 2004 – when I put my trust in Yeshua. And since then I’ve been on my way to my ultimate home with Him, the Father and the Ruach HaKodesh and all the faithful ones. What about you? Wouldn’t it be great to finally come home?

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