Yesterday, Amy and I closed the sale of our home in Seattle. It took six months, three price adjustments and a lot of prayer, and now it’s sold. For a brief moment, we are entirely debt free, but that won’t last for long. We’re eagerly looking at homes, and we look forward to settling into a new home. If you’ve been praying, thank you! If you remember us, then please pray for just the right home for life, ministry and hospitality.
Speaking of getting settled, my books—twenty-two boxes of them— are now finding their home on new shelves that were just completed in my office. Stacking them in their places makes me glad to see those familiar friends that have shaped my mind and heart. And dragging the weight of those boxes into my office makes me glad that I sold thirty-five boxes of books before we moved. It was hard to sell those books, but now, having the best of the bunch surrounding me, I’m beginning to feel at home.
I don’t often think about Jesus being homeless, but he was. When a would-be disciple asked Jesus whether he might first attend to family business before attending to the business of following Jesus, Jesus responded by saying: “Foxes have holes, and birds have nests, but the son of man has no place to lay his head.” Even animals have homes, but Jesus was without a place to call home.
I don’t think about Jesus being homeless because he seemed at home in the world. And maybe that’s what God is teaching me in my transition. Houses come and go, and so do books, but some things remain. Like the Word of God, and faith, hope, and love. And centering on those things helps me feel settled, even when I’m living out of boxes.