Homeless never again

Jesus replied, “Foxes have holes and birds of the air have nests, but the Son of Man has nowhere to lay his head.”  Matthew 8:20

Home is the canvas on which you paint the memories of your life. It isn’t how elaborate the house is in which you live that makes it home. It’s who lives there and the love that turns a house into a home. A house is built of steel and beams, but a home is built of love and dreams.

Many people, however, fall into the category of “homeless” for a variety of reasons, but when they finally find a place they can call home, there comes a security and warmth no matter how simple or plain it may be.

Jesus told the disciples that He was going to prepare an eternal home for those who knew and loved Him, one in which you as His son or daughter would live forever.

Abraham Lincoln once said, “Going home is the end of all journeys.”

“Did it ever occur to you,” he asked, “that every living creature has its home? The fish of the sea, the birds of the air, the beasts of the field and forests, the creepers in the grass, all go home. Most of them turn toward it when the day wanes. The call of home is the one voice heard and respected all the way down the line of life.”

“I never lie down in the darkness,” said Lincoln, “without thinking of home when I am away. I think I see the point of the whole thing. It isn’t the place or the furniture that makes it home but the love and peace that’s in it. There must be another home somewhere to go to after we have broken the last camp down here. Going home – it’s the end of all journeys. It’s the one miraculous gift – the one call that’s irresistible.”

He was right!