By: Max Lucado
Thomas Nelson (January 9, 2011)
Don’t you love going home? I know I do. I love to travel. I love taking a new road and exploring a new culture. Trying a new food. Showing my children a new thing. I even love airports. But there is just something about coming home again, isn’t there? I love so many things about this world. Maybe too many things. But, at the same time, I long for my real home – my final home. Listen as Lucado writes about one of our favorite places: Home.
One of my favorite quotes:
You’ll be home soon, too. You may not have noticed it, but you are closer to home than ever before. Each moment is a step taken. Each breath is a page turned. Each day is a mile marked, a mountain climbed. You are closer to home than you’ve ever been. Before you know it, your appointed arrival time will come; you’ll descend the ramp and enter the City. You’ll see faces that are waiting for you. You’ll hear your name spoken by those who love you. And, maybe, just maybe—in the back, behind the crowds—the One who would rather die than live without you will remove his pierced hands from his heavenly robe and . . . applaud.