“Be it ever so crumbly, there’s no place like Rome”–B. Bunny. Wait a minute, Bugs! That last word should be HOME! Home is a man’s castle, and a place from which a woman tries to escape. Home is a sanctuary from the World, a place of safety and warmth. Home is where the cat sleeps on his back in front of the fire, with one eye open and one paw extended… Where is YOUR home? Do you have one, here?
JOSHUA 5:9-12 continues the story of the newly-arrived Hebrews in the Promised Land of Canaan. As they bear in mind the past of yesterday (manna) they celebrate the fact that they’re home today by eating “the produce of the land”. Now that they have a base from which to move, there’s an implication that they need to remember their own wanderings by establishing a home for those yet aliens and strangers. And so they ate in God’s name, with God’s blessing and the anticipation of gardening in their own backyard.
St. Paul speaks of this newness of perception in II CORINTHIANS 5:16-21–“So if anyone is in Christ, there is a new creation: everything old has passed away; see, everything has become new!” Old standards of wealth and social prestige have disappeared in favor of all beings bearing the mark of Christ and living within his reach. To give up hope for even the Evil one is to deny the power of God to change the System. The Church, God’s community, has provided a home for the outcast and other fellow pilgrims.
The Gospel lesson, LUKE 15:11-32, tells the familiar story of the Prodigal Son, really the story of the Prodigal Father. You know it well: the second son takes his share of the family fortune and squanders it on loose living, comes to his senses and decides to go back home where he can have at least the security of the servants. BUT his dad has been keeping the light lit and the door unlocked, and welcomes him back with a big party! Everyone’s happy ‘cept the big brother, who’s been a good doobie and feels neglected. This story isn’t so much about the sons as it is about the Father, who gives more ‘n’ more to ensure the fulfillment of his children. A major part of this is welcoming the wanderer (you and me?) home…
When I was in college and grad school, my Mom & Dad were accepting new assignments and moving around a bit. I was most envious of my friends who said the were “”going home” for the holidays, because I felt as if I had no home to which I could return. Since then, God has provided various places where I could laugh and dare to live; I’ve grown by accepting where I am as “home”. When you come rolling home, I pray that you’ll sense a party in your name, and not be reluctant to come in…
In the process of unfolding, Horace Brown King
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