At this moment of upheaval and transition and discomfort and re-entry and celebration and exultance and homecoming and all-things-new, I remember the simply profound words of Psalm 68:6, “God makes homes for the homeless.”

If you are feeling any kind of homeless today–whether you’ve just moved 10,000 miles away or your life is just looking very unfamiliar at the moment–God will create a home for you. And he’ll do it out of the most unlikely materials, I promise. Most often, he brings us shelter through the arms of each other. As Maya puts it . . .

Lying, thinking
Last night
How to find my soul a home
Where water is not thirsty
And bread loaf is not stone
I came up with one thing
And I don’t believe I’m wrong
That nobody,
But nobody
Can make it out here alone.
Now if you listen closely
I’ll tell you what I know
Storm clouds are gathering
The wind is gonna blow
The race of man is suffering
And I can hear the moan,
‘Cause nobody,
But nobody
Can make it out here alone.

Let’s stick together. Let’s stick to each other. Let’s allow each other in. Let’s turn toward each other. This is how we will get through. This is how we will find a home. The mud and thatch and brick and mortar of each other.

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