Yesterday at Cafe, we talked about this idea of home. Hold on, wait a second, don't move on just yet. Home can have a lot of different meanings for a lot of different people, and a lot of the time it doesn't look how we want it to. It's okay; we can all relate to that. If you will, take a second to think about what you consider home to be. What is home for you? Where is home? Who is home? What do you want to be different about your home ten years down the road than the one you grew up in? We're not talking about the color of the bathroom tiles or marble countertops or even bay windows. We're talking about a home. Maya Angelou describes it like this: "... a safe place where we can go as we are and not be questioned." We're talking about relationships, people, family. What causes you to feel like you don't have a home? We live in a world of broken families and broken relationships. What is missing from the relationships you have that make them not feel like a safe place? What makes you not feel secure? What makes you feel 'homeless'? To you, is Jesus or God someone who makes you feel at home? Does that make any sense to you or is that a totally foreign concept? We talked yesterday about how Jesus is inviting us to be part of his family, that he offers a place where we can go and always belong. Jesus offers us what so many of us lack--a mended family that feels safe. But how do we do that? How do we be a part of that? Maybe it's just having an inclusive attitude. We've all felt the sting of exclusion. Let's let that motivate us to not be that for other people. What are other ways we can be a part of this God sized family? This week, and even this semester, let's think on that.
“Everybody has a home team: It’s the people you call when you get a flat tire or when something terrible happens. It’s the people who, near or far, know everything that’s wrong with you and love you anyways. These are the ones who tell you their secrets, who get themselves a glass of water without asking when they’re at your house. These are the people who cry when you cry. These are your people, your middle-of-the-night, no-matter-what people.” -Shauna Niequist