So 'many mansions'

"Home is where the heart is." Familiar assurances like that one can often sound shallow. This is particularly true if one needs a place to call home because the house has been burned or swept away, or if the idea of home itself has been torn apart by separation, grief, or divorce.

I remember one time when even the promise of a happy home felt hollow to me. But right then, as I let the idea of God as my Father-Mother wrap round me, the following sang in my heart, filling its emptiness with laughter—and then with practical ideas: "Yea, the sparrow hath found an house, and the swallow a nest for herself, where she may lay her young, even thine altars, O Lord of hosts, my King, and my God" (Ps.84:3).

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