Homecoming, what a wonderful day A time to meet, eat, sing and pray The food was all set and the blessing given The family all ready for food of their opinion. Memories do return like the times of oldLike the good, the bad and the stories toldEmbracing all those we love once againJust to remember when our lives did begin.
Now comes the dull talk of times gone by Talk that makes some laugh while others cry Grandpa Mac tells his war stories again Much to the displeasure of our Uncle Ben. Aunt May will bring out her homemade jelly As she always says good medicine for the belly Baby Jane will crawl under and pinch the knees As Mother gives her endless pleas. Young Bob will tell of his last home run While the other boys will laugh making fun Don't forget Cousin Jim as he burst out in song After all, with his singing what could go wrong? We were all sorry Niece Sue could not come For her, leaving the Home was just too toilsome And don't forget all those flashing camera lights Capturing those many memorable sights.
Now it's time to get to the heart of the matter As our pastor stands and begs stop the chatter It's devotion time Pastor John cheerfully claimed The Bible is opened as the gospel is explained. The invitation then given to accept God's grace By our faith in the work of His cross to embrace Now the homecoming would not be complete If Gods great Salvation you failed to entreat.
"Homecoming is a single word, and we use it to describe a single event. But true homecoming requires more time. It seems to be a process rather than a moment. Perhaps we come home the way the earth comes home to the sun. It could be that homecoming is always a return and our understanding of home deepens with each encounter.” ― Christie Purifoy, Roots and Sky: A Journey Home in Four Seasons
Yes, Homecoming, what a day! I still remember what great times we would all have around that big table. Why, I can still taste that home-style cooking, with country fried chicken and buttermilk gravy, those big Baptist biscuits, and oh yes, that homemade egg custard pie. Just a bit of heaven on earth, I might add. Followed by the family fellowship. A time of catching up on all the family gossip. Seeing who would tell the tallest tale. Having grandma brag on the young grandchild. Inspecting the newest family vehicles. Hearing all the cousins describe those overseas vacations. Betting how long gramps would stay awake. Watching the kids playing ball. Kissing all the newborn babies, and on and on. If only Homecoming would come around every week.
Well, for those of us who love the Lord, homecoming is an everyday affair just feasting on God's faithful blessings. "For You, O LORD, will bless the righteous; with favor You will surround him as with a shield." (Psalms 5:12)
“Because we cannot repair the loss of years away, homecomings are almost always conflicted. We are not longer at "home" in our former familiar place. And we do not live between two or more cultures, but rather in both. We are neither fully away, nor fully home. In the pain of this tension, there is a strange blessing, a nudge that helps us to realize the fundamental sojourner status of our human existence. Life moves towards death. And for the Christian, there is the sense that this world as it is now is not our final home. Having made the return, our pilgrim status in the journey of faith becomes even more evident. This reminds us that in some strange way we are too early for heaven and too late for this world.” ― Charles Ringma, Sabbath Time: a hermitage journey of retreat, return & communion
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