Come Back Home where your feelings are sheltered and secure. A place where danger is kept at arm’s length and safety is maintained for the freedom to express yourself and to be yourself. A place where you belong.
Come Back Home where the food always tastes better than a Martha Stewart meal. A place where the fellowship is always sweeter than an apple pie. A place where fond memories feel like they are relived all over again, just as new ones are being created.
Come Back Home where the void in one’s life is filled by kinfolk and comrades. A place where the line between family and friends is blurred, and that’s a good thing. A place where the water of baptism is thicker than the blood running through our veins. A place where scars and wounds begin to heal. A place where belonging is a piece to the puzzle so that the individual helps create the entire picture.
Come Back Home where home feels right because home is right. A place where your lounging chair is ready for your return, and your bed is made, and your place at the table is always left empty for you to fill.
Come Back Home where the Father’s heart is longing to be mended from the harsh words spoken as his son left the house. A place where he stands at the door, waiting and gazing into the horizon for a hopeful glimpse of his son’s return.
Come Back Home where the prodigal realizes that life away from the “confines” of home is really the liberty to live. A place where the Father not only, no longer holds the past against the son, but is also willing to accept the shame and humiliation his son has brought upon the family name to have his son with him in his presence. A place where the fattened calf is prepared and where robes and rings are fitted once again. A place where the son is willing to be a servant to earn his father’s forgiveness, only for the father to reiterate the role of “son-ship.”
Come Back Home where the “dutiful” son has forgotten his duty. A place where the Father risks more humiliation to plead for his son to join the party. A place where reconciliation is sought as his “prodigal” son is also the “dutiful” son’s brother.
Come Back Home where truth is found in a world filled with lies. A place where negative messaging that turns to despair is replaced by messages underscoring hope. A place where God continues to shape our character and strengthen our faith. A place where God’s Word reorients our lives to true North.
Come Back Home because we’re not just saved from hell, we’re saved for heaven. A place where the waters of baptism not only douse the devil’s flames, but purifies the sickness of sin’s stain. A place where we not only experience the victory of being ripped from Satan’s hateful grasp, but feel the comforting embrace of a loving Father.
Come Back Home where God is the center-piece of our relationship. A place where singing and praying is both praising him and encouraging us. A place where a table is present, Jesus sits at its head and we break bread together. A place, even in the midst of a pandemic separation, we can step into each other’s lives again. A place where tears are felt and laughter is heard. A place where the circle will never be broken.
Come Back Home where the sinner is restored to a saint. A place where the wrongs of our past are made right again. A place where confession and repentance is the norm, as we expose our own sinful secrets. A place where forgiveness is as common as the air we breathe.
Come Back Home.
Soli Deo Gloria!
(i.e., only God is glorified!)