“Home” and “love” sound like simple, sentimental concepts, but in our community we find that both have qualitatively greater substance. Home is not the only house where Alex lived before going away to college or the first place we ever paid rent as a married couples. It’s not the place where Melanie grew up as a child and later returned to birth her second baby. It’s not the house where Jason and Rita started their homegroup or this stepford-esq suburban dwelling where we currently reside.
Home happens because those who dwell together choose Love. Love has a name in our community. Love isn’t some ethereal notion or warm fuzzy feeling. Love is a person, whose name is Jesus Christ. Love is at the center of our thoughts, our movements, our commitments and our decisions.
We often tell our children (and ourselves), “there are only loving or unloving choices”, because Love is a dividing line as much as a unifying force. Love sets boundaries, and those boundaries that keep us safe and healthy can sometimes feel like hate. This reality can often seem unpleasant and difficult for some of us to embrace.
Love is a relationship, it is cultivated in everyday choices to put down an old, self-seeking way to make room for mutual submission and sacred obedience. And it is Love that has built for us this home, our family – 12 strong. A few of us share DNA, but Love is the tie that binds us to one another, transforming us into one embodied unit.
Home is where Love is… just not exactly in the way you might think.