Incarceration. That’s how the old, grizzled military veteran described his stay at the nursing home. He clarified that the place was nice; the people are nice. “But shit man, I just want to go home!”
It was enough to debase this curmudgeon to tears.
I didn’t know what to say. What was I going to say?
Here I am sitting on my favorite chair with my feet up. I don’t own my home, but this is home. It’s freedom and joy. It’s where I pause to breathe. It’s where I’m not alone. It’s heaven.
Are you home?
This isn’t a question about a house. Your real home is out of this world; but it’s also here and now…on earth as it is in heaven.