I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever.
I met a waitress last night who wants to go to Columbia. That’s her home. Her family and friends are there. She misses them. She’s homesick.
I met a young man recently who wants to go to Ireland. That’s his home. His family and friends are there. He misses them. He’s homesick.
We want to go to heaven. Heaven has never been our home, but we have family and friends there. We miss them and are homesick for reunion. And our Lord, with whom we’ve communicated for years but never seen, is there. “As long as we are at home in the body we are away from the Lord,” Paul said—and added, “[I] would prefer to be away from the body and at home with the Lord” (2 Cor 5:6, 7).
There’s no place like home.