No Place Like…

I’m not sure if I read this somewhere, or if it’s something I’ve picked up along the way, but it seems to me that one aspect of Faith is a perpetual sense of homesickness. And one aspect of life is burying that sense beneath a thousand other things, or at least trying to.

I was suddenly struck by that while driving home today. It’s not one of those experiences you really describe, so I won’t, but it does make things a bit more bearable.

At least for awhile…