I sat several places yesterday — on a bench at a ballpark, in a folding chair in a classroom, in an office chair at my desk and in the driver’s seat of my car. None were uncomfortable, but none beat the recliner in my living room.
As soon as I sat down in it after a good but long day, I thought it felt good to sit down. Then I realized I’d been sitting most of the day, so why did it feel good to sit down?
Because I was home.
There’s something very comforting about coming home.
Familiar environments are part of it, sure, but the best part is being with family. We drove a few hours a couple of weekends ago to Louisiana and spent a very short day watching a movie and sharing a meal with all five of my children. It wasn’t a lot of time, but I loved it because I got to be with all of my children at one time.
This past weekend we drove the opposite direction to spend time in Alabama with my parents, and my siblings and their families. My family. I was so tired when we finally got home. The only thing I regret is not drinking more caffeine on the drive home.
But I was at home in Louisiana and Alabama, too.
My dad, Rev. Wayne Campbell, will preach the homecoming service Oct. 22 for Chunky Baptist Church, standing at the pulpit he spent 27 years behind. I’m sure they’ll eat some good food afterwards, too. We are Baptist, after all.
Homecoming church services are an opportunity to visit a place you were once a part of, or to welcome others to do likewise, and experience that family once again. Homecoming sports events are similar opportunities.
I hope you’ll take advantage of the opportunity to visit CBC at homecoming, or other churches with similar plans. I hope you’ll take advantage of the chances you have to spend time with family, too, whenever you can.
There is something so special about home. It’s where the heart is, after all.
