As I walked into this small house of God in my usual Petamburan area, I quickly felt a real happiness and joy. I say to myself, "I feel Him". I don’t feel condemned for doing something wrong just before we left the house. I can feel relieve coming here.
I always feel welcomed and happy everytime I come to my parents’ house where I lived for about 15 years before getting married. I know ‘Home’ always provides gladness, I’m guessing maybe the origin of the word Home is associated with the word happiness? . I believe so, even if it’s not, I could just make up my own version of dictionary right?
So is the same case for God. I don’t believe in religions actually, they’re just words written on my ID card. We all come from the same ‘House’ that I believe. And we got separated and some created their own ‘houses’. But I know, new house would never feel like old house would it? In our hearts, which were crafted by the same creator, lies a deep and true feeling of ‘The House’, the house where we were born!
Like a loving father searches for his lost sons, so is our Father in heaven trying to get us back together in His Home, our Home actually. But we refused and choose to remain in the homes that we’ve made, we rejected the idea that we were once one under the same roof. Our fathers never taught us that. The truth is, there is peace and love in the house of God. If we choose to build our own house, we could try like crazy to imitate that love and peace but we would never reach the same depth of love, of joy and peace like the old House of God.
This feeling that I have is like that. I feel no shame or guilt or hurt. I’m in my father’s home, He is with me. May the joy of the Lord runs in you to help you find the way ‘Home’ once again. O yes, forgot to tell you, I’m attending my pastor’s funeral, He has served many many good years in my church, He’s one of the founder and now enough of hard work, He leaves his earthly home to be with our Heavenly father once again. What a joy to have finally arrived home.