Home can't be broken

Home is a place of thought, not a material structure. We are "at home" when we are conscious of God's love for us—and for all. When we are convinced of God's abundance and man's reflection of it, what does place matter?

The coldness of a limited sense of home was well described by the poet Robert Frost:"... the place where, when you have to go there, /They have to take you in." Human homes range from joyous to pleasant to cruel. They are composed of sometimes congenial but always fallible mortals. And without the touch of divine Spirit, home is not home at all.

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