Ravings on Domicile

I was pondering the other day on the subject of domicile. As I allowed my mind to explore the many double meanings contained in humanity's need for physical shelter, I came across some interesting Kingdom principles. One of our most basic needs is for shelter, and if that need is not met, we either lose some of our personhood or a bit of sanity. Most of us have a special place to call home, mine happens to be an 8 X 15 submarine-like quarters in an RV/Cargo trailer, yours is probably some form of permanent or semi permanent structure. We make this place our abode from which we base our entire lives.

I know some people who have lovely homes, ornately designed and richly appointed with the best money can buy. Yet, some of them are hardly ever there. They flit from one social function to the next, fly from one business meeting to the next or are just too busy to do anything at all but sleep there. They sorrowfully mourn lost opportunities for relationship that they bypassed in their quest for fulfillment. They are homeless within a house.

David on the other hand, can pack all he owns on his bicycle trailer, lives wherever he can find a place to park and erect his tent and is as at home in a posh hotel as he is beside the railroad tracks. He never complains about his lot in life, its all an adventure that must be lived as close as possible to the action, according to his philosophy anyway. He likes people, but isn't enamored by them. However, many a widow, poverty stricken family and helpless old men owe there very contentment to his existence. See, he is at home wherever he goes and is not burdened by our smug ideas of what life is supposed to be like. He can walk into a situation and see clearly the solution without having to filter it through a performance orientated lens. He is at home without a house.

What I see here is that things are the same in the Spirit. Weve been given so many things by our Heavenly Father, things we havent even dreamed of yet and still we never use them. I sometimes find that Im still trying to prove Im worthy to obtain what I already possess! I was homeless in my Fathers house until recently. A new consciousness of sonship has descended on this man and he's reveling in this newfound inventiveness of rest. Its really cool to be able to look at life from inside Abba's house rather than the butlers shack out back!

My friend, there is treasure between your ears; there is a pot of gold under your own bed! Our inheritance has been given to us to use as we see fit, we have only to step up to the plate and swing the bat.