Manager’s Memo 5-15-20
When we moved to Texas ten years ago, my oldest son was finishing up college. He was living in an apartment off campus with friends. He came home the weekend before the moving van arrived to carry our stuff east to pack up his bedroom and tell us what he wanted to do with his stuff. When it came time to leave Sunday, he was slow getting his truck packed. He kept disappearing as I carried stuff out.
I found him at last downstairs, standing in the door of his now mostly empty bedroom, crying. “Dad this is my home. I grew up here. I’m going to miss it.” He was three when we moved to Idaho. I told him home was not a place, not this house, but wherever the people you love are.
In the last eight weeks, much has changed in our lives, some of it we may be missing, a lot. I miss hugs. Miss sitting in a restaurant with friends and family. Miss face to face classes and meetings. Much, though, I am not missing at all, to be honest. But in the middle of all of this, amid all of the arguments about what comes next, I don’t want to lose sight of what is most important. This is NOT my home.
My Father’s house has many rooms; if that were not so, would I have told you that I am going there to prepare a place for you? 3 And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come back and take you to be with me that you also may be where I am.
Let’s not forget, this is not our home. Home is where the ones you love are. And no greater love can be found than in the Father and His Son.
For 88.3 The Journey, I’m General Manager Mike Agee.