Probably all of us can remember a time when we were homesick. Can you
remember coming home after being away for more than just a weekend? You just
can’t get there fast enough, right? I’ve even read that animals can sense when
they are going home.
“Shepherds say that sheep that have spent the summer in the high country and are on their way back to the shepherd's fold anticipate their homecoming. Even though they have to go through difficult terrain and sudden storms that make them cold and wet, you can sense in the flock an excitement and enthusiasm as they come nearer and nearer to the shepherd's fold.”[1]
My first year out of college I got a job teaching at the junior
academy in Indianapolis. I packed up all my worldly belongings and moved into
an efficiency apartment in a tall apartment building all by myself. It was one
of the loneliest years of my life! As the school year came to an end, I
realized just how much I did not want to spend another year so far from my
family, but I also felt like I was failing at the whole adult, living on my
own, thing. I hated to make the call to my folks to tell them that I wanted to
come home. My mom had redone my bedroom so that it actually looked like a guest
room and I was messing up all of her careful redecoration, not to mention not
letting my parents enjoy the whole empty nest thing. Even so, as soon as I
called, my mom was on a plane to Indianapolis to pack me up and move me back
home. I still felt kind of guilty though – until about a month or so ago.
My older son moved to Loma Linda about a year and a half ago. Just
about four months ago, we redecorated his room into a sewing room – filled his
dresser with lengths of fabric, moved in my sewing machine and a table to cut
patterns on, moved a couple of the things he’d left behind into the garage.
Then he called and said he’d put in his two-week notice and he wanted to move
back home.
I flew out to meet him, packed up his car and headed for Texas. I
teased him a bit about changing my sewing room plans. My younger son suggested that I lay out a
pattern on his bed, asking him not to disturb anything, and sleep on the couch,
but I don’t want him to ever think that where my sewing machine sits is more
important than he is.
I think sometimes when we think of going to Heaven, we think about
how we will feel. But try to imagine for a minute how God will feel. He’s been
separated from us since Adam and Eve sinned. We forget that God has been
holding our rooms ready in Heaven all this time, just waiting for the moment
when He can come to bring us Home.
“The Lord your God is in the midst of you, a Mighty One, a Savior [Who saves]! He will rejoice over you with joy; He will rest [in silent satisfaction] and in His love He will be silent and make no mention [of past sins, or even recall them]; He will exult over you with singing.” Zephaniah 3:17 AMP
STOP! Go back and re-read that verse – try to let it sink in. Get a
mental picture of God…GOD, Himself, rejoicing over you, singing with joy
because of you. Can you wrap your mind around that? I’m not sure I can. It’s
hard for me to imagine the enormity of God’s love for each of us, no matter
what we’ve done.
I have to come back to the story of the Prodigal Son again. Remember
the reaction of the father? He didn’t tell the son he could come home, but he’d
better straighten up and fly right from now on. He didn’t tell the son he had
to go take a bath before any of the neighbors saw him.
“Little did the … thoughtless youth, as he went out from his father’s gate, dream of the ache and longing left in that father’s heart. When he danced and feasted with his wild companions, little did he think of the shadow that had fallen on his home. And now as with weary and painful steps he pursues the homeward way, he knows not that one is watching for his return. But while he is yet ‘a great way off’ the father discerns his form. … He ‘had compassion, and ran, and fell on his neck’ in a long, clinging, tender embrace.
“… In his restless youth the prodigal looked upon his father as stern and severe. How different his conception of him now! So those who are deceived by Satan look upon God as hard and exacting. They regard Him as watching to denounce and condemn, as unwilling to receive the sinner so long as there is a legal excuse for not helping him. His law they regard as a restriction upon men’s happiness, a burdensome yoke from which they are glad to escape. But he whose eyes have been opened by the love of Christ will behold God as full of compassion. He does not appear as a tyrannical, relentless being, but as a father longing to embrace his repenting son.
“Do not listen to the enemy’s suggestion to stay away from Christ until you have made yourself better; until you are good enough to come to God. If you wait until then, you will never come....
“He will bring you into His banqueting house, and His banner over you shall be love. (Song of Solomon 2:4) ‘If thou wilt walk in My ways,’ He declares, ‘I will give thee places to walk among these that stand by’ even among the holy angels that surround His throne. (Zechariah 3:7).
“‘As the bridegroom rejoiceth over the bride, so shall thy God rejoice over thee.’ Isaiah 62:5. ‘He will save, He will rejoice over thee with joy; He will rest in His love; He will joy over thee with singing.’ Zephaniah 3:17. And heaven and earth shall unite in the Father’s song of rejoicing: ‘For this My son was dead, and is alive again; he was lost, and is found.’”[2]
Even though it’s hard to comprehend
with our sinful, human minds, God is more anxious for us to be with Him than we
are! He has been planning our “Welcome Home” celebration and making sure our
mansions are just right. He’s ready for us. Are we ready to go home?
Softly
and tenderly Jesus is calling,
Calling
for you and for me;
See,
on the portals He’s waiting and watching,
Watching
for you and for me.
Refrain:
Come
home, come home,
You
who are weary, come home;
Earnestly,
tenderly, Jesus is calling,
Calling,
O sinner, come home!
Why
should we tarry when Jesus is pleading,
Pleading
for you and for me?
Why
should we linger and heed not His mercies,
Mercies
for you and for me?
Time
is now fleeting, the moments are passing,
Passing
from you and from me;
Shadows
are gathering, deathbeds are coming,
Coming
for you and for me.
Oh,
for the wonderful love He has promised,
Promised
for you and for me!
Though
we have sinned, He has mercy and pardon,
Pardon
for you and for me.[3]
