As Dorothy Gale clicked the heels of her ruby-red heels together, she repeated the phrase, “There’s no place like home.” Before she knew it, Dorothy was transported from the beautiful and living Technicolor Oz back to the home of Uncle Henry and Aunt Em in black-and-white Kansas.
In L Frank Baum’s classic books, the Land of Oz increasingly became increasingly more home to Dorothy than Kansas and she returned to live the rest of her life in the Emerald City.
Home isn’t necessarily where you grew up, where your house is located, or where your family stays. You can live in a place or with people and it still isn’t home. Sometimes it’s their home and not your own. The ancient Greek philosopher Pliny the Elder had it right when he wrote, Home is where the heart is.
Not a portion of a day passes when I’m not aware that this place is not my home. My body is here, but my heart is not. All that I am and all that is within me yearns to be where my heart is.
Where is your heart? And where is your home?
By faith Abraham obeyed when he was called to go out to the place which he would afterward receive as an inheritance. And he went out, not knowing where he was going. But now they desire a better, that is, a heavenly country. Therefore God is not ashamed to be called their God, for He has prepared a city for them (Hebrews 11:8, 16).