At sunset, beautiful white herons make their way to roost in the trees growing along the shoreline by our house. One by one they gracefully land and take their place among the others. These still, white, dots adorn the branches like a string of lights. There is something so comforting about watching them cluster and begin their rest. Like the herons, I can’t wait to get back here at the end of the day. Maybe because I love home so much. It’s here that we gather, catch up, make plans, eat, share life and have a respite from the world. As wonderful as this haven is, I am reminded every day that this is not my final home. God’s plan for redeeming His own includes bringing them home to be with Him in Heaven. Jesus left His Heavenly dwelling to come and accomplish that by dying on the cross for my sins. I didn’t earn it or deserve it, but His perfect love secured that for me. My home is an expression of my love for my family and hopefully for all who enter. God’s love meets us right at the door and the invitation is the same for everyone. In John 10:9 & 10, Jesus said, “I am the gate: whoever enters through me will be saved”; “I have come that they may have life, and have it to the full.” Not just for our eternity, but for our right now as well, Jesus invites us to abide with Him, be free from our sin, and let our soul find home.
“Some glad morning when this life is o’er, I’ll fly away; To a home on God’s celestial shore, I’ll fly away (I’ll fly away)”. Albert E. Brumley
Jesus replied, “If anyone loves me, he will obey my teaching. My father will love him, and we will come to him and make our home with him.