My wife and I are in the market for buying a home, but we haven’t found a house in our price range that is available. Since we were married almost three years ago, we’ve been living in an apartment that is old and run down. We had told ourselves when we moved in that we’d stay about nine months, and then try to buy a home. That was two years ago.
We’re both teachers in Idaho, living on teachers’ salaries, struggling to pay off our college loans. We also are eager to start a family. As each month passes by, it doesn’t make it any easier on us or our families to not be able to move on. We’ve felt stuck, with careers and living situation and family plans all up in the air. But if we find our Dream Home, will we be content?
Isn’t it our American culture to pursue the Dream? I have since my childhood, dreaming of living in a cozy and spacious home. My parents used to take us on a tour of the Street of Dreams, an annual curbside extravaganza in the Portland Metropolitan area where a block of the year’s most modern homes are showcased for the public. The last one I attended was in 2001, and the homes were easily retailing for $2 million or more. I remember that almost all the homes had a home theater room; one had a glass wall so the owner could showcase his Harley collection (Not me. I’d display my headless Gummy Bear collection; I mean that’s the only reason I’d purchase a four-story home like that.)
But life can’t be just about living in a spacious, cozy home, can it? It’s almost like I’ve imagined that the home I’m purchasing is a little indestructible bunker where no harm will touch me. That all of life will work out, once I have my home; and that after that, I can settle down in peace.
I suppose. But I guess it depends on the kind of home where I’m looking to live. I believe what will truly make me happy is a home so unbounded and so unlimited and so beyond comprehension as to boggle my wildest notion of comfort and safety—a space far deeper, far more amenable than the pinprick of my constant suffering.
I need a dwelling where I am renewed, whose foundation is indestructible, where I realize that if I just live here, I am okay to be weak and vulnerable. Here, I don’t have to worry about performance or doing enough to make my life profitable. In this home I’m free to rest.
I’m speaking of God, of course. He is my home. Psalm 46:1 says: “God is our refuge and strength, an ever-present help in trouble.” All the security and safety I could ever hope for, and all the amenities offered to my soul by a spiritual Father, are in Him.
There’s nothing wrong with buying a home. Even a dream home. But let my Dream come true, first. That Dream is to be safe and protected in Him. Should my life crumble away or spiral out of control, God will still have me safe and secure in Him. So how do I get in? Well, Jesus, of course. He alone is the key.