After 10 days, today I am headed home. I travel quite a bit, but normally the trips are shorter. This one took me from Seattle to Orlando. As planes flew over the continental United States, there were a whole lotta people on the ground. It really is amazing to think about: all those people, each with their own story, their own set of trials and triumphs.
Not all of those people, unfortunately, have someone waiting for them at home. They live lives in isolation: unable to feel the loving touch of another human being, unable to hear a caring voice say “I love you,” unable to see a smile on the face of a loved one who has waited long enough. For them, going home is not an option.
It would be easy to say that if they have Jesus, they are never alone. To lean on that reality to silence our consciences is not what Jesus Christ ever intended. We are built for community. We are built for relationship. And when someone has rarely experienced a meaningful human relationship, how will they know when they are experiencing the hand of God upon them.
Today, who is out there that lives in solitude against their will? Can you be home for them? Today, I am going home. I can’t imagine not having that option.