Horses and the homing instinct.

Anyone who’s goaded and zig-zagged their horse away from the barn only to have him beeline back; anyone who’s experienced their circle bulge as though magnetized toward the arena entrance or the break-of-gait at the show ring in-gate knows…horses have a homing instinct.

So do we.

“We don’t know what it is at first. But we know this much. From the moment we are born, we are on a quest.
It starts with toys. We think if only we had a certain toy, then we would be happy. Then we get older. We think a certain position or relationship or thing will make us happy…We have a homesickness for a place we’ve never been before. God wired us that way.”
Greg Laurie

After the Black Friday frenzy and the sober realization that, in truth, I didn’t reeeally need that bargain matching set of halter fuzzies and leg wraps, the lull turns to longing…

Hmmm…I wonder if there were any Black Friday deals on Advent calendars. The ones with the little doors to open in the countdown to Christmas.

 Advent, the 4 weeks before Christmas, is about longing and waiting. The ancient Advent hymn “O Come, O Come Emmanuel” speaks of the yearning for the promised Saviour. Emmanuel – the presence of God with us.

When I’m driving at dusk or dawn past farmhouses with their golden lit windows, I feel a tug of homesickness. A place of belonging. A place where I’m known and loved.

Jesus described God as a Father waiting, watching and longing for his “Prodigal” son to return home after he’d had his fill of the wild side of life. When the Father saw his beloved son returning down the lane he ran to welcome him home and offer forgiveness.

“We must celebrate with a feast, for this son of mine was dead and has now returned to life. He was lost, but now he is found.” From the book of Luke, the Bible.

(Painting by Jack Sorenson)