As most of you know, the longest I have ever lived in the same place is the fifteen years I have lived in Fennimore. But I realize that next month I will move away and in not so many years will only be remembered by a few folks as one of the ministers who served The United Methodist Church in Fennimore. It makes me ask the question… What Exactly is Home?
Home is really not so much a physical place, although many people place much of the emphasis on that. Actually Home is more a “State of Being.” Home is a place where you relate and create. It is a place where you can be yourself, and be free to strive to reach your potential. It is a place to dream, and laugh and ponder and do. It is a place where you feel important and needed, and appreciated. It is a place where you can shed a tear, and dry up someone else’s. Home is something you mainly feel, and carry around with you, wherever you go. Home is a place of memories, a place where you know who you are, and where you came from, and what you are made of. Home is full of people you know and love. It is a place where you teach and learn. It is a place you feel safe. Many years ago, I was away from my wife and children for periods of time, as I pursued a Master’s degree in Nashville, Tennessee. During that time my wife gave me a little poster, that I have up on the wall, which says,
“We need to have people who mean something to us, People to whom we can turn, Knowing that being with them, Is coming Home.”
Of course I know that many of my older parishioners and friends, have lost those near and dear to them, in a physical sense, as have I myself. I also know that they are as close to me as my memories and I, as well as my older friends, can remember them, as well as to carry those memories around with us.
Just so, many of my older friends have had to give up their houses. To me Home was never a house. I lived in too many of those. Instead, Home was something I knew I always carried around inside myself.
Home, indeed, is a “State of Being,” and for many in my personal family, who are in heaven, as well as myself and my friends, who feel secure in that “State of Being” called Home, it is truly the “Perfect Place To Be!” WELCOME HOME!
Thus I will simply fold all the good memories, of fifteen years in Fennimore, into my “state of Being” and they will be another part of Home for me.
Thanks for the Good Memories
Your Friend Always,
Rev. Duane E. Andrus