Home Sweet Home
“Anyone who loves their life will lose it, while anyone who hates their life in this world will keep it for eternal life.” —John 12:25 (niv)
I’ve long searched for a great home. Once, I thought the Brooklyn apartment that I moved into two years ago would be it. But the real estate listing never said anything about the kids downstairs who ran laps around their apartment so enthusiastically that the silverware would rattle on my dining table.
Nor did it mention the woman across the street who, when my car was broken down one day, yelled at me for being in everyone’s way.
When, I thought, am I ever going to find a place that feels like home?
Really, the feeling wasn’t much different from what I felt at high school dances (I was a wallflower) and what I feel at work-related cocktail parties (I’m still a wallflower). It’s a sense that I just don’t fit in, that I’m not at home.
Then I remembered some counsel that a wise friend gave me during college. “Jeff, I think you’ll never feel quite at home,” she said. “But you shouldn’t.”
What? I thought. Is this some cruel joke? But, actually, it was a profound spiritual lesson. My friend was reminding me that I should be focused less on the comforts of four walls and furniture and more on this truth: A home on this earth is just temporary. It’s the home that money can’t buy that I ought to be looking for.
Written by Jeff Chu