Matthew 8:20 And Jesus said to him, “Foxes have holes and birds of the air have nests, but the Son of Man has nowhere to lay His head.”

Where do you call home?

I’ve always had a problem with this question.

Are you asking where I’m from?  Nowhere.  I mean, I can tell you where I was born, but I didn’t stay there long.  I was an Army Brat.  We never lived anywhere very long.  I can’t drive down a street and say, “Uncle Bob lived just over there.  And that field is where we used to play ball.  And I had my first kiss with Penny Fasbender under that oak tree by the Old Miller Place.”

Nothing like that.  I don’t go anywhere and have that nostalgic, “this is my place” feeling.  I have memories scattered all over the world, but no place has my heart.

Maybe military kids miss something not having hometowns, but we gain something, too.  I learned at a young age that I could be “at home” anywhere as long as my family was there.  I learned that addresses come and go, but family is constant.  Nothing is permanent but relationship.

I think that in some ways God is like an Army Brat.  That’s why He wasn’t terribly excited about David building Him a temple.  I mean, it was a thoughtful thing to do, and God saw it as an expression of David’s love and respect, but did God really need a house?

Nope.  You know why?  Because God knows that addresses come and go – only relationships are permanent.

We Christians often call the church buildings “the house of God”, but does God call anyplace home?  Maybe not a place, but a people.

Perhaps that’s one reason that worship is so important.  God doesn’t dwell in houses built by men (Acts 17:24 God, who made the world and everything in it, since He is Lord of heaven and earth, does not dwell in temples made with hands.), He dwells in the midst of His worshiping people (Matt 18:20, Psalm 22:3) – in the hearts of His dear ones (1 Corinthians 6:19 Or do you not know that your body is the temple of the Holy Spirit who is in you, whom you have from God, and you are not your own?).

And worship has very little to do with musical styles and tempos.  Worship is the language of relationship with God.  It is the common conversation of the household of faith.  To the ears of God, it is the sound of “home”.

This is one of the greatest differences between a worshiper and everyone else: a worshiper wants His Father to come home – home to the earth, home to His people, home to His children (Rev 22:17).  A worshiper longs to become more than a person God visits, but a home that He inhabits.  Because worshipers love Him.

So where does God lay His head? Where does He hang His hat? Where does He kick back in His comfy chair?  Because He adores you, and as you adore Him, I suspect that He is most at home wherever you are.