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Children: who made us? Why did He make us? Are we supposed to live on earth forever?
Then heaven is our home.
My aunt and uncle lost their home and all that they had, except one car, in the California wildfires. I just talked with them on the phone on Christmas Eve. They were told in the middle of the night to leave if they wanted to survive. It reminds me of Joseph when He was told to flee to Egypt. They are very fortunate. No one died or got hurt. They are also grateful for all the love and support from so many good people - their neighbors and family and friends. They will be able to rebuild, and they are happy to have that opportunity.
We lost our home. We lost heaven and have been waiting for a way home.
What makes today special? God left His home to lead us to our home, which is with Him. To make a way for us to go back, He came down to earth and became one of us.
Not just for the homeless in California or the millions of refugees throughout the world. None of us are “at home” on this earth, for we were made for heaven.
Jesus shows us the human face of God and the divine face of man.
This church is your home. You know when I go to my parents house or visit with my friends or drive far away for some priestly duty, I always can find my way back with that GPS. It's simple, I just tell it to take me home. This church is not just my home, it's everyone's home. It's yours.
The House of Christmas
G.K. Chesterton
By: G. K. Chesterton
There fared a mother driven forthOut of an inn to roam;In the place where she was homelessAll men are at home.The crazy stable close at hand,With shaking timber and shifting sand,Grew a stronger thing to abide and standThan the square stones of Rome.
For men are homesick in their homes,And strangers under the sun,And they lay on their heads in a foreign landWhenever the day is done.Here we have battle and blazing eyes,And chance and honour and high surprise,But our homes are under miraculous skiesWhere the yule tale was begun.
A Child in a foul stable,
Where the beasts feed and foam;
Only where He was homeless
Are you and I at home;
We have hands that fashion and heads that know,
But our hearts we lost - how long ago!
In a place no chart nor ship can show
Under the sky's dome.
This world is wild as an old wives' tale,
And strange the plain things are,
The earth is enough and the air is enough
For our wonder and our war;
But our rest is as far as the fire-drake swings
And our peace is put in impossible things
Where clashed and thundered unthinkable wings
Round an incredible star.
To an open house in the evening
Home shall men come,
To an older place than Eden
And a taller town than Rome.
To the end of the way of the wandering star,
To the things that cannot be and that are,
To the place where God was homeless
And all men are at home.
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There fared a mother driven forthOut of an inn to roam;In the place where she was homelessAll men are at home.The crazy stable close at hand,With shaking timber and shifting sand,Grew a stronger thing to abide and standThan the square stones of Rome.
For men are homesick in their homes,And strangers under the sun,And they lay on their heads in a foreign landWhenever the day is done.Here we have battle and blazing eyes,And chance and honour and high surprise,But our homes are under miraculous skiesWhere the yule tale was begun.
A Child in a foul stable,
Where the beasts feed and foam;
Only where He was homeless
Are you and I at home;
We have hands that fashion and heads that know,
But our hearts we lost - how long ago!
In a place no chart nor ship can show
Under the sky's dome.
This world is wild as an old wives' tale,
And strange the plain things are,
The earth is enough and the air is enough
For our wonder and our war;
But our rest is as far as the fire-drake swings
And our peace is put in impossible things
Where clashed and thundered unthinkable wings
Round an incredible star.
To an open house in the evening
Home shall men come,
To an older place than Eden
And a taller town than Rome.
To the end of the way of the wandering star,
To the things that cannot be and that are,
To the place where God was homeless
And all men are at home.
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