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| 43 Boo Boo Blvd |
Home? Where is my home? What defines home? These are a few questions that I have been pondering upon over the last couple days. As we check in each hotel along our journey, the one question that is repeatedly asked is: “What is your address?”, which equates to, where do you live? Or, where is your home? This question causes me to stumble. So far I have always answered RR#3 … Lacombe, Ab. Now there may be several reasons for that, for starters, Lacombe is where I lived for the last 33 years. Or else because it is lot less embarrassing and takes a lot less explanation then saying, 43 Boo Boo Blvd, Kingston N.S. More likely; however, it is because I have never lived at Boo Boo Blvd… Sure we own it and we are the process of moving there, but as of yet it has never been my home.
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| Rental house at DenOudstens |
Although , most of my identity is tied to my life in Lacombe and two of my kids still live there, the truth is, that is no longer my home either. I neither own or rent a residence there; all my possessions are either in Nova Scotia, with me or in a truck somewhere between here and there. As I write this I am sitting in a hotel in Quebec and this is definitely not my home either. So where is home? Once, at a time when Jesus disciples felt very troubled and alone, Jesus comforted them by reminding them of their heavenly home that he was going to prepare for them; a good thing for all of us to be reminded of.
So maybe when they ask for my address tomorrow, I will say homeless and if that doesn’t suffice I will say heaven – I can’t wait for their reaction. - HJK
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