When you feel poorly, or out of sorts, where do you most want to be? Home, of course. Each one of us has the need for a patch of earth where we belong, where it is familiar, warm, comfortable. I can’t imagine what it must be like to be homeless; I suspect they have certain places they frequent, and where they feel slightly more comfortable, but they must so yearn for a place to belong.
Abraham and Sarah lived a nomadic lifestyle, settling for a little while, then moving on. They had some amazing times and adventures, and no shortage of wealth, but old age finally caught up, and Sarah passed away (Genesis 23 v 1). Suddenly, Abraham realised he needed somewhere to call ‘home’, if only so that he could bury Sarah and that ‘some corner of a foreign field’ would be forever home.
Jesus never really had a home in his ministry years. He warned a would-be follower, “Foxes have holes and birds of the air have nests, but the Son of Man has no place to lay his head.” (Matthew 8 v 20). He started life on earth in a sheltered corner of a field far away from his parents’ home town. Even in his death, he was lent a tomb. Isaiah 53 v 9 says, “He was assigned a grave with the wicked, and with the rich in his death”. There was nowhere for Jesus to call home. No comfort zone out of the glare of the public gaze. It’s a sacrifice he willingly made in order for his ministry to be as effective as possible, but it’s an aspect we don’t think about very often.
Abraham’s solution was to buy a parcel of land with a cave, suitable for burial. It was significant – almost like a down-payment or deposit on the land which would one day belong to his people. A bit like a landing strip in the jungle, opening up the possibilities of full possession.
What about Jesus? Of course, he ascended to glory, and is seated at the right hand of the Father. Heaven is his home.
But there is one other place Jesus would like to call home – fellowship with us. Revelation 3 v 20 – “Here I am! I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in and eat with him, and he with me.” He gave up all the home comforts for me. What do I need to do to ensure my heart is a comfort zone for him?