We know we are supposed to go “home” for Christmas, but the problem is, we don’t know where Home is.
Is it the town where I grew up or the town I live in?
Is it my one bedroom apartment with my over-weight cat, or my grandma’s farm in Oregon?
This is the central question of the Christmas story.
We are aching for our true home, a familiar heart-ache that seems to beat louder this time of year, a particular carol of unease.
Christmas is the story of us feeling alone, knowing we aren’t where we belong. Living in exile. So God leaves His true Home, and makes his home with us, so that we might find our true home in Him.