Tuesday, December 21, 2010

A Man Without A Home

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Right now, I am a man without a home. Call it transition. Call it between places. Call it what you want.

Our family is in the process of moving to Florida from Maryland. I will be joining the staff of a church as the co-pastor. My wife and daughter have already moved down there with our "stuff".

I am staying in Maryland because my current church is keeping me on for a few months to aid in the transition of my responsibilities here. I'm glad they are, because my new church in Florida is not in the position to pay me, so I have to find a job to support my family.

This week I am sleeping at friend's house. Next week I will be sleeping at a different friend's house. The next, week, a different friend. All of my stuff that I didn't load onto our moving truck is crammed into the back of my Mini Cooper. Because I am a man without a home. 

I will commute via air, working three-and-a-half days in Maryland, and three-and-a-half days in Florida. This will begin after the first of the year. It should be fun.

That's my story. It reminds me of the story of another man without a home. He began his life being born in a borrowed feed trough in a borrowed cattle stall. He once said of himself that he had no place to lay his head.

He also traveled a lot. Not so much commuting, but rather purposeful journeys on foot to be involved in people's lives.

All of his clothes weren't crammed into the back of his Mini Cooper, but rather were worn on his back.

This same man without a home gave up his life so I could have a home in heaven. Now that ought to be fun!

Question: Have you ever felt that you didn't have a home? Share your thoughts below in responses.

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4 comments:

Tracy said...

OK, I have to be honest, I did get a laugh at the thought of all of your stuff in the back of a mini cooper. I can relate, when Ron went to college. He moved all of our stuff and I was staying with a friend for about a month. It is an experience. That was a hard move for me, I had to leave all my friends.

Hang in there my friend, God has just the right position for you.

Tracy

Brad Lewis said...

Thanks Tracy! It is kind of humorous. I'll be fine. Many people have to endure much worse. I am grateful for all that the Lord has provided for me.

Brian said...

Brad......I can relate to your comment. I think we often think that this is our home, and yet when we go through what you described you are doing, it is a reminder that we are visitors here for a short time with a purpose to do God's will and not our own. Jesus truly set the example for us, and yet we often ignore or forget to take notice as to what he said and did. thanks for your faithfulness to advance the kingdom!!

Brad Lewis said...

Brian- Thank you for your insight and encouragement. Yes, this place is only a temporary layover. On to our real home!