If you put yourself in different situations, you can learn about yourself based on how you respond and how you feel in those situations. Not all of life is about adapting and conforming. A good chunk of it can be simply finding where you feel at home. This feeling of home can have other feelings tied into it. Words like rest, peace, comfort,and security are all very familiar ideas around the feeling of home. I think a new thing I'm learning in identifying home is that it also incorporates the idea of moving us along in our journey to become who we are.
As a christian, I believe God wishes for me to become more and more like Christ. This process is called sanctification and will ultimately be completed in the life after. Often people refer to death with the euphemism of "going home". What they mean is they've simply become who they've been attempting to become all these years. They've arrived.
If our ultimate end is to become more and more like Christ, and the idea of coming home represents when that happens, then home on earth should represent a place where we can become more like Christ.
A place I feel at home is 1633 Diamond Street. I moved in here 3 months ago. I am finding my home in these other people I live with. Seven others. Often it is imagined to find who we are, we need to go away to a solitary place and do some thinking, praying, meditating. That is certainly an neccesary element. However, often discounted is how we can find ourselves in the midst of a life-giving community. We not only want to know what we are like alone but what we are like around others. Our personalities can be multifaceted and can be brought out by different events and surroundings.
Which brings me back to my first point. Who I am is being brought out by surrounding myself with people and situations that best suit who I am made to be. The neat thing about it is how God uses how other people are made to be in ways that can help me become who I am. And I hope and pray for vice versa.
cheers.
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