I am a self-professed homebody. Give me pajamas, a warm fire, cozy blankets, creamy coffee, and a good book (or, even better, my laptop so I can write a blog post).
We all crave security. A place to belong. Permanence. We want – and need – the comfort and emotional release that come from having a place where we can let down our guard and escape the pressures of life while being surrounded by people, pets, or things we hold dear.
In other words, we’re all born wanting Home.
Tragically, for so many, their version of home is not a safe haven. The very idea of home can become tainted and marred by violence, sickness, and turmoil. In reality, very few people will have a “Norman Rockwell” Christmas this year.
Though the details are foggy, I recently read about a museum (the Tenement Museum in New York City, perhaps?) that features to-scale replicas of living conditions inside refugee camps. Of all places to call home, it would be hard to imagine a spot more inhospitable than a makeshift village where residents are exposed to the elements and displaced from their homes while facing uncertain futures after unimaginable physical and/or psychological trauma. The very definition of such a place – temporary accommodation for people who have been forced to flee their home because of violence and persecution – reveals it’s temporary. Transient. Unstable. It lacks almost everything we look for in a home.
And yet, the author noted that a common feature inside most refugee camp tents was neatness and order. Beds are made, clothes and other belongings are folded neatly. There is a deep-seated human longing to make wherever we land feel as much like Home as possible.
Every time I come to write a post about my faith, I wait nervously for divine inspiration. There is much to say and I am no theologian or scholar. Yet, without fail, a theme naturally emerges. This Christmas, home is on my mind.
Home has not always felt like a secure place for our family the last few years, so my heart is especially sensitive to evaluating the role of home in our lives – both the physical structure and the relationships within and without.
One evening last week Indy and I headed to the final choir rehearsal for Christmas Eve services. Music is a big part of our family culture and the kids generally love car rides because they have an opportunity to make specific Spotify requests. Before we had even pulled out of the driveway, he asked to play Church (Take Me Back) by Cochren & Co; this sounds very pious for a 10-year-old but he has an extremely broad and eclectic mix of music tastes.
So en route to church, we listened to a poignant song about…church.
I was running, I was searching
But every place I turned for healing
Left me more broken than the last
Take me back
To the place that feels like home
To the people I can depend on
To the faith that’s in my bones
Take me back
To a preacher and a verse
Where they’ve seen me at my worst
To the love I had at first
Oh, I want to go to church
Tried to walk on my own but I wound up lost
Now I’m making my way to the foot of the cross
It’s not a trophy for the winners
It’s a shelter for the sinners
And it’s right where I belong
And the journey to that cross started in a cave in Bethlehem.
This Christmas I’m thankful for the gift of three special homes.
HOME (PHYSICAL)
What a blessing to have a home. Both a tangible space to call my own, and the relational comfort of knowing I am loved and have people to love.
HOME (SPIRITUAL)
Church. For those with different (or no) faith backgrounds or for those who grew up in legalistic or abusive church environments, it might be impossible to think of church as a second home. I consider myself to be infinitely blessed to have a church that really and truly feels like home.
As lovelytheband would say: These are my people, these are my friends. And we’re better together.
This little fella really makes himself at home at church!
HOME (ETERNAL)
This world is not my home
I’m just a-passing through
My treasures are laid up
Somewhere beyond the blue
The angels beckon me
From heaven’s open door
And I can’t feel at home
In this world anymore
Jim Reeves, anyone?
Earth doesn’t feel like home. As a Christ-follower I believe we will live on after death and the longer I live and the more news reports I read, the less I’m able to “think to myself what a wonderful world.” (Sorry, Louis).
I’m ready to go Home with a capital “H”. This is not a death wish or some morbid fascination to be rid of the encumbrances of life. I care for my body and mind and do all that I can to stay healthy. But I can’t deny the unshakeable feeling that I was created for something more and that something better awaits. That, as Blaise Pascal referenced, there is a God shaped hole in my soul and regardless of how and what I try to fill it with, it will never be perfectly matched until I reach Heaven.
Everything I’ve written above was swirling in my head during choir practice (yes, I still managed to sing…parenting hasn’t taught me how to multitask for nothing) and I felt like I couldn’t possibly come up with the “right” words to share in this space.
And then I realized: I don’t need to say any more words this Christmas. I can simply live out my faith. In how I think and act and talk. Maybe, someday, someone will see something unique about my life and will ask about what has made all the difference.
And until I go to my final Home, the answer will always the same. Jesus.
Wherever you are, however you’re celebrating – Merry Christmas. I hope you are surrounded by people you love, in a home that is safe and warm. If that’s not your reality this Christmas, I hope joy finds you in a myriad of unexpected ways and that the New Year brings healing and hope.
*If you’re interested in having a Christmas Eve service to watch tonight, please send me an e-mail and I’ll pass along the information for the live stream of our church concert (Indy and I are both singing!).
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Grateful Kae
Beautifully said, Elisabeth! Your life IS an inspiration I think to so many; I know it is to me! You are nailing your mission statement. Merry Christmas! ❤️
mbmom11
Thank you for sharing your thoughts.
I hope you have a lovely day and a glorious night.
Lisa’s Yarns
Merry Christmas, Elisabeth! What a beautiful reflection! I love this time of year but I know it’s hard for many. We were watching a Christmas movie last night and the narrator commented on how Christmas can be a magnifying glass – if you are happy, you feel extra happy; if you are lonely or sad, you feel extra lonely or sad. I think this is true. I am lucky that this is a very happy time of year for me. I wouldn’t say that is the case for my husband and MIL. I think this is a hard time with all the loss they have experienced between Phil’s dad and brother passing, plus other losses his MIL has experienced. So I am mindful of that and feel extra lucky that it’s a joyful, happy time for me with few losses to make me feel more somber.
We found our church home this fall so this has been an extra wonderful Christmas season for us. Paul will sing at church and Phil, taco, my MIL and me will go to listen. The church we attend has an amazing music program so there will be an orchestra so it will be like attending a little concert. And then we have the extended family party tonight which is always so much fun!
Elisabeth
Yes, I think it’s easy to forget that for so many (the majority, I suspect?) Christmas is bittersweet at best and hard at worst.
I’m so glad you have found a church that feels like home.
Enjoy tonight!
Sophie
What a beautiful post to read on Christmas Eve. Such thoughtful, honest reflections as always Elisabeth. Feeling deeply grateful tonight indeed for a safe, secure, loving home, both physically and emotionally. Merry Christmas ❤️
Elisabeth
Merry Christmas. I’m so glad we got to meet in person in 2024 and I look forward to reading more from you in 2025 <3
Birchie
Merry Christmas Elisabeth!!!
Michelle G.
How beautiful, Elisabeth. This was a lovely message for Christmas. ❤️ I’ll be asking for the link to your concert!
Jenny
Merry Christmas Elisabeth!!! You have my email- please send me the link. I might livestream the service my husband and son are playing for (if possible) but if I can, I would love to see your service, especially if I could get a glimpse of you and Indy!!!
Elisabeth
Right! I forgot your husband and son always have a service on Christmas Eve. How special. I’ve sent you the link!
Jessica
Merry Christmas. I have thoroughly enjoyed your writings this past year and truly get inspiration from you words. Thank you for sharing your gifts with the internet.
Elisabeth
Thank you for such kind words, Jessica <3
Kyria @ Travel Spot
Merry Christmas Elisabeth! I love that picture of Indy on the couch! He kind of makes himself at home everywhere, and I love that about him. I would have been perched at the edge of the seat, not even leaning back, at that age. I once got told in my 20s when I went over to a coworker’s house for a Thanksgiving party, that I should “loosen up and make myself at home” because I was perched on the edge of his couch! I will never remember that, and I purposely try to make myself look casually at home sometimes if I am visiting a new place. (FYI I did not need to do that at your house, as I felt completely at home right away!)
Elisabeth
Ha. Yes, you learned how confident and comfortable he is in just about every situation.
Aww. I’m so glad you felt right at home – we all felt like we had known you forever and the kids are CONSTANTlY talking about you and hoping you’ll make a return trip to NS.
Jacquie
Lovely sentiment Elizabeth. Thanks for sharing. Have a wonderful Christmas!
Ernie
Beautifully stated. I love that Indy has such a wide interest in music. My grandma used to say things like, “That needlepointed foot stool will be yours when I go to my reward.” I love that saying and I love that she embraced what was promised for her after this life. Enjoy celebrating your Christmas with your family. I can see why you love your earthly home so much, it looks so lovely and comfortable.
Daria
Merry, merry Christmas to you and yours!!