I have a very distinct memory of waking up on my fourth birthday on an airplane that was taking my family and me to Indonesia. We were leaving behind our home and our friends and our extended family to share the good news of Jesus Christ with a people that had never heard it.
In the eleven years we spent there, we didn’t get a house that actually belonged to us until we had lived there for five years. Once we finally got a house of our very own, we would spend three or four months on average in the village and then take a small airplane into the city where we would buy supplies in preparation for our next stint interior.
In addition to this constant moving back and forth, every three or four years we would head back to the States on a trip that was called our “Home Assignment,” which entailed traveling to different churches where my dad would speak in order to raise support.
What is “Home?”
Every time we left one place, whether the village or town or the United States, we were accompanied by a sad feeling of leaving home behind, but by the time we arrived at the next location, there was the excited feeling of, “We’re home.”
This confused me for quite some time. Why was it that when we left one place, it felt like we were leaving home, but when we got to another place, it felt as though we had arrived home? How could all these places feel like home at the same time?
Home is Where Our Family Is
I finally figured it out. It wasn’t just familiarity with the place that made us feel at home, although that was an aspect. Mostly it was that in each location we were living life with our family. I don’t simply mean our biological family, the people whom we are related to, but the spiritual family we met along the way.
God promises us in Matthew 12:29 that, “everyone who has left houses or brothers or sisters or father or mother or wife or children or fields for My sake will receive a hundred times as much.”
My life is proof of that.
We found family members there in Indonesia that were of no ancestral relation to us at all, but through the blood of Jesus Christ, we were made into one family. One way we treated each other like family was by the kids calling the adults “Aunt” and “Uncle.”
Almost exactly one year ago, my parents sat down with my younger sister and me and told us that we were moving back to America and would not be returning to Indonesia. The transition back has been one of the hardest things I have gone through in my life. We’d left our native home and biological family once for the sake of the gospel, and now God had called us to leave our adopted home and spiritual family to return to the States.
Though this transition back has been hard, God’s promises have been a source of comfort. When we left the United States, we were given a new family in Indonesia. Now, coming back, God is doing the same thing again, as well as bringing us closer to our biological relatives.Home is where your family is; whether that be your biological family, or the spiritual family that God gives you. Click To Tweet
Our True Home
I have come to realize that, since home is where our family is, then we can never truly be home unless we are with family—biological, adopted, or spiritual. Thankfully, God has created a perfect home for us in Heaven with room for whosoever would believe in Jesus and join His eternal family (John 3:16).
In Heaven, we will spend eternity with our spiritual family—no more goodbyes, no more separation, no more missing loved ones. Finally, the family of God will all be together in one place, with God the Father and His Son Jesus Christ, forever, and it will be perfect.
That is the hope we have in Christ. That is the destination we long for and look toward. That is our true home where every believer will spend eternity together in the presence of God.Heaven is our true home; there we will be with God, and our brothers and sisters in Christ, for eternity. Click To Tweet