Encouragement

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I watched a movie many years ago and it left a deep impression upon my heart. A little boy, new in the neighbourhood, got lost. He had gone to a shopping mall with some friends, but due to the large crowds was somehow separated from them.

It got dark before he could be reunited with his friends. Some kind people took the little boy to the police post. When they asked him where home was, the boy could not give them an answer, saying he had not yet memorized the street address. But he could remember the church building in his neighbourhood. He went on to describe the church structure and the cross sitting on top of the building. He also recollected the shining lights on the cross, which were most visible at night. Then he said to the policeman, “Sir, if you could just take me to the cross; I will be able to find my way home”.

An elderly sister in our church recently lost her husband of many years to a very sudden and short illness. Totally lost and devastated she cried, saying that all she wanted at that moment was ‘just to go home’. Where was home, we asked; since we thought that she was already at home.

Home is where the heart longs to be. It is a place where you feel protected, safe from dangers and the unwelcome surprises of this world. Home is where we feel wanted, loved and have a sense of belonging. Home is among familiar people and friendly faces. Home is where you can go when all else falls apart. It is a sanctuary, a solace, a hiding place.

I grew up in the village. The small school was many miles away from home. And because my little feet would get too tired from the walking, my parents therefore asked some relatives living nearer the school to take me in. But as school holidays slowly approached, I would yearn for home, to my own family.

Home means different things to different people at any given time. The little boy needed to find his family’s home; and I longed to be reunited with my own family. But my sister at church longed to go home to the Lord, where her husband had just gone to. She could not bear the thought of being separated from him.

We all at some point in life get to a time when we search for more than just a local location. In times of sorrow, distress, ill-health and broken dreams, the heart takes a journey of its own to a place where it can find healing and hope. Where is that place?

The lost boy gave us a clue. ‘Take me to the Cross, and I will find home’. The Cross has the power to mend, heal and restore any brokenness.


Romans 1:16
For I am not ashamed of the gospel, because it is the power of God that brings salvation to everyone who believes: first to the Jew, then to the Gentile.

Matthew 11:28
“Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.


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