It doesn’t matter whether your home is a castle or a pigsty there is something quite nice about coming home. Home to the familiar smells, people and surroundings. My reading material for half term is Michael Mitton’s book, Dreaming of Home where he sees home as a place of renewal, but also mission. The basis of the book is the story Jesus told of the Prodigal Son who was eventually content to return home even to be a servant in the dwelling of his father. For the prodigal son not only found his family again but also himself in returning to the home. Yet for many people home is a place of hurt and sadness as a result of loss or abuse. Even then however there needs to be a home coming in order to heal the hurt of the past.
The image above was taken a few years ago on the Santiago de Compostela Pilgrimage. This ramshackled building might not have been someones home but there were plenty like it on the route. Pilgrimage itself is about home coming or finding yourself in the space and discipline of daily walking. Perhaps we all need a place to return to in order to recharge the batteries and touch something of the familiar. I’ll let you know how I got on with the book next week.