There is an idiom that always comes to mind as we travel back and forth from Rwanda and the states: Home is where the heart is. I never really paid much attention to this common saying until we moved to Rwanda. There is something about getting rid of everything you own and moving to the other side of the world that gives you a fresh perspective of “home”. I truly never feel like we are ever home. When I am in Rwanda I miss our friends and family in the states. When I am in the states I miss our neighbors and friends in Rwanda. I feel caught between 2 worlds that are very different.
I think about Jesus’ life. He explains over and over again the cost of being his follower. Jesus replied, “Foxes have dens and birds have nests, but the Son of Man has no place to lay his head.” (Matthew 8:20) Not only homelessness but we are suppose to forsake our families, friends, jobs and be willing to pay the ultimate price, our lives, to follow him. The bar was set so high to be his follower it is amazing that anyone agreed to be his disciple!
Now I look again at my situation of not having a real sense of “home”. Doesn’t seem as important anymore. Following Jesus is worth it all. Having a purpose outside my own selfishness is so much more rewarding. Being an ambassador for Christ in a ministry of reconciliation (2 Corinthians 5:18) makes life much more adventuresome and meaningful. I wouldn’t trade it for anything! So I guess it is true: Home is where the heart is.