"Each town looks the same to me,
  The movies and the factories,
  And every stranger's face I see
  Reminds me that I long to be
  Homeward bound"

  ~Paul Simon (Simon and Garfunkel)
Detroit Factory
           While spending my last year in Detroit before I went away to Ann Arbor to school  I was pretty crazy about Simon and Garfunkel, but not so crazy about this song, "I wish I was, homeward bound"" It actually scared me pretty bad. I was ready to "bust outta there."  14 years in the Detroit Public School System, the common phrase around my high school was "I'ma get my diploma and get out!"  Indeed, Lenny Kravitz' "I wanna fly away" song spoke to me much more than Paul Simon's crooning ballad of homesickness. I was ready to fly; I can't say I appreciated the idea of home. 

             While answering one of those terribly silly online surveys that my "home" fellowship group seem to just adore (Detroit home), a question stuck out at me and made me think. "Where do you live?" it asked. Shoot. Got me there. Where do I live? I will be "living" in Detroit for a month, then I'm off to Jackson, Michigan (Home of the Republican Party and State Prison, wahoo!) for a coupla months, and then back to Detroit for a week, and then Camping in the Huron National Forest for another 10 days and then Detroit again for a few more days and then WHAM BAM I'm back in Ann Arbor for my soph. year of Theatrical Education. I feel like I'm on a gosh darn tour. Where do I live? Am I the first person to take that survey and not be able to answer that question?  I think I answered it somewhere along the lines of "I don't know." Good grief.

            Where do we live? Where's home? An ovewhelming sense of peace fixed that bit of a panic for me.  My "tour" is a fantastic reminder that I do not make this world my home, but I am indeed, Homeward Bound. 

            Detroit is not my home. It
is my starting place.  It is where God chose to put me so that I may build a foundation. And what a foundation I have! I have an incredible sense of "home" being around the Metro Detroit believers that are my very dear brothers and sisters in Christ.  Part of me wants to buy a beautiful home in Rosedale Park, get married to some good old Detroit supporter and raise my kids around my old familiar area because I know Detroit. I know the fellowship and I know the Bible studies and I know the church and I know how to get here and there quite easily.  I know these things and I find security in them. But there is another part of me that tugs at my heart and won't allow me to settle for security in the "known."  That part of me that still wants to fly.
              Ann Arbor is not my home. It
is my 1st building block onto my foundation. It is my second stop on the way home. Here, too, I am finding security.  Much less than Detroit of course, since I've only spent a year there. But soon I will know where the fellowship is, where  the best Bible studies are, and how to get here and there. And then, after I graduate, it will be time to fly again. Only God knows where I will fly to. It might be back to Rosedale with a husband, or maybe my fascination with New York City is a bit God breathed ;)
              I am starting to see each place where I "live" on this earth as a resting stop on my journey home.  All people who live for God are on a tour.  Some people's tours are longer with more time at each stop. Some are shorter but have many stops. But that is what this world is to us. It is not home. A difference between the believer and the unbeliever is that unbelievers are home and spend their life  looking for security on the earth. Some find it, and say they are "home." But believers aren't looking for security in an earthly home. We have it somewhere else.  We have been promised the kingdom, and we just have to "walk on" till we get there.  And we will, as long as we don't settle for this world as our home.
              The "tour stops" aren't just places we "live." God uses each instant, each minute, each hour, day, month, year, and decade to bring us closer to home. Each experience teaches us what is right or what is wrong and draws us to Him. We move closer to the kingdom through this knowledge of who God is.  We don't fear death because it's the last experience, the last stop until we reach home.     
"I'm a long way from where I've been, but I gotta keep moving 'till I move on in."
                      ~Don't Bother Me Cause I Can't Cope

That quote says it quite nicely, I'd say.

Jesus tells his disciples of these things. He knows that rejecting the world is no easy task, as it offers many ideas of "home" or security:
"If the world hates you, keep in mind that it hated me first. If you belonged to the world it would love you as it's own,  As it is, you do not belong to the world, but I have chosen you out of the world."  Pretty frightening, eh?  I sometimes read those words and think "
Thanks Jesus! How thoughtful of you to take me out of my security bubble..."

But he comforts us with what I think are just about the most comforting words outta his Holy mouth:
"Fear not little flock," Jesus says. "It is your Father's great pleasure to give you the kingdom." Yep, out of all the pleasures the most powerful being in existance could have, his GREAT pleasure is to give us the kingdom.  Nothing can step in God's way but our own free will, longing, and desire..  And all these movies, factories, and stranger's faces that I see on my tour remind me that I long to be Homeward Bound.
May 1, 2001
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