Most people I know have a home. I have a nice enough home. It is not luxurious, but it is more than
adequate. If you were to visit me, you
would know that my home has that “lived in” feeling. It is not the kind of place with dazzle and formality. I have been in those kinds of homes. I always feel slightly uncomfortable and on
edge. I hesitate to sit down or touch
anything. Even though I am fairly
athletic, in those kinds of situations I temporarily become a klutz!
It is pretty commonsense to differentiate house and
home. Many people know the experience of
moving into a new house. In fact, we
usually say it precisely that way. We
can buy a house and move into it. But it
takes a while to have the house become a “home.” That process is likely different for most
people. And the process typically has no
time frame. Some may know how to become
“home-makers” much more quickly than the rest of us. I actually think I am a pretty slow homemaker.
There are intentional things people do to make a
“home.” There are the obvious things
like our own furniture and, of course, things like pictures. Pictures, special books, a favorite desk and
so much more make it “our home.” That is
why you would get a “lived in” feeling if you walked into my home. You would not be surprised to see pictures of
my girls and, now, some grandkids.
My home is unpretentious.
It is the kind of place people would be comfortable sitting down
anywhere. They probably would not
hesitate to take off their shoes and relax, if they wanted to do so. No one likes to spill something. But if you visited me and spilled something,
it would not be the end of the earth.
You would probably be embarrassed, but you would not be preferring
suicide in the moment! I would hope that
my home would feel non-judgmental and non-condemning.
I recently had an opportunity to come back home after some
travel. Most of the time, I enjoy some
travel. It is nice to get away from home
and routine for a while. But like most
folks I know, it is always a treat to come back home. I began to think about this experience of
coming home only to realize what a wonderful spiritual analogy it
suggests. Let’s pursue this a bit.
As I pondered it, I realized that home means familiar
surroundings. I already have shared a
little about my home, so you have a sense of what coming home means. It means I can sit in my familiar chair. I can look out my window and see my trees in
their various stages to match the season.
I feel quite “at home.” In fact,
it can be pitch dark in my home and I can make my way with some confidence.
As I thought about coming home after being away, I realized
I wanted to explore the analogy with a kind of spiritual home. Come away with me and join me in that
exploration.
The first thing that occurred to me is there is a deeper
level of home than place. The home in
which I live is a literal place. It has
an address. It is specific in that no
other place---no other house---has the same address. You can google my address and find my
place. With cell phones, I never have to
give directions; it is easy to find my place.
But there is a deeper level of home than my place.
This is where the literal gives way to the figurative. What I mean by that is this deeper level of
home is a metaphorical place. It does
not have an address. You cannot google
it. That deeper level is a “soul place.” Certainly the word, soul, is a tricky,
complex word. Let me simply say that for
me, soul is the essence of who I am. It
is my core self---my true self, in the words of Thomas Merton and others. The deeper level of home has to do with soul.
I would put it this way: home is a deep, soulful place where
we connect with the Spirit. In this
sense home is that metaphorical place that is a soulful place. It is that “place” where my true self is
available. It is that “place” where my
soul connects with the Divine Soul---with God, if you prefer.
My own spirituality would assume that God is always ready
and willing to make “house calls.” The
Spirit would like nothing more than to go “home” with us. In fact, I could imagine for those saintly
folks, God has moved in! God co-habits
with these kinds of people.
I can imagine this deeper soulful level is co-habitation
because the Spirit and the soul are in such intimacy that the language of
“visiting” does not do it justice. This
deep homecoming of the soul with the Spirit has been expressed with the
symbolic language of marriage by the Christian contemplatives and mystics. I’m not there yet. It is fair to say God comes to my spiritual
house to visit. But too often, I am
away. I have some work to do---some
homework.
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