Wanderers

It has come to me in these last years that I have been a wanderer.  Like Abraham who wandered long ago to a land which God chose not to reveal to him, so has it been for me.  Abraham modeled faithfulness because of the way he was willing to wander to "know not where."  "Come, go with me to the land that I will show you," is a rough but fairly accurate rendering of how it was for the first wanderer.  (Genesis 12:1)  There were six different schools which helped me on the way to my high school diploma, three  places of higher education, and stops in ten different Georgia towns before finally arriving home at the farm.  

I have come to understand that home is not always easy to define.  For an inability to find a better word, I think of home as belonging, a place where you know you were meant to be though never clearly seen during the wandering.  I have been a lifetime traveling to what I now know as home, but what I also know is that home may still be up some other road I have not yet traveled.  Of course, there is more to traveling the road to a home not yet seen.  Abraham models this truth for us.  Throughout his physical wandering, he was a man wandering always closer to the God who beckoned him to begin the journey.  

To see Abraham as a spiritual wanderer seems appropriate since his journey with and to God was a lot like ours.  It was not a straight journey with no meanderings, no distractions, and no side roads which complicated his spiritual movement toward and with God.  Like Abraham we will one day shake the dust from our spiritual feet and arrive at what we will know as the Home meant for us since the holy hand touched us at conception.  Whether the gates will be pearly, or the streets made of gold, it will be a moment for seeing clearly what is now only a glimmering light which leads us to where we will know belonging.