You Can’t Go Home Again, the title of the novel by Thomas Wolfe has become almost a truism – an assumed fact — but not in my case. Unlike the character in my novel, When Men Betray, I never swore I’d never would return to Little Rock, and I have family and friends who are family that live there and who remind me every time with their love and friendship why I can always come back every time I return.
I am traveling back today to my new home, Charlotte, which is also where family and friends who are now family reside. I am a very lucky man.
But no matter where I am – home or away – I also have a third home. That home can be anywhere in the world I am, even New York, where I head next on the book tour. New York intimidates me and it gives me the Willies but even in NY, I know how and where to go to get comfortable. That home place is found in a few quiet moments in meditation and in conversation with God. God offers all the comforts of home anytime, anyplace, and in any circumstance.
Thomas Wolfe got it all wrong when it comes to God’s home, and when I use that term I don’t mean not a house of worship which can be welcoming and comfortable or intimidating or cold depending on one’s history. God’s home is in your heart, he lives there, and is always available with fresh baked cookies whenever you want to visit. Try it one morning and you will always “come home.”