Being ravished by a virus kept me bed-ridden all weekend this past week. That meant no church on Saturday and no community group after church either. So as I lay in bed on Saturday evening wondering if the sinus pressure and junk filling my head and chest would every go away, I was at home. In fact, I was in the single most comfortable place in my home, my "comfort zone" that is the bed that my wife and I share, and better still, especially when one is sick, I had it all to myself! My wife had fed me before she went to church that night and I had my water and even a TV. So why was I homesick? No, not longing for the good old days of a bunkbed in my parents home...I was homesick for...my home. The home that the body of Christ creates as fellow members of God's family gather together to worship, study the Word, and break bread (both the body of Christ in Sacrament of Holy Communion during the worship service and sharing a meal together as a family afterwords). I missed seeing my family again. I missed singing with them, praying with them, sharing stories of the week with them, sharing a meal with them, and discussing the Word with them.
I'm homesick. I long to see them again this Saturday. Can't wait to leave my house so I can go home.
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