Geographically I returned home from India last night, yet I hold in my heart and mind, now, more than ever, that this is not home.  Home is with Jesus, in the final chapter of the story of the Kingdom of God.  Where there are only tears of joy and no more goodbyes.

Talu, a 12 year old boy, at an orphanage in India, said to me this past week, "I am glad that I am poor and thankful that I live here at the orphanage--because if I wasn't poor and didn't live here, then I would never know God."

I am home from India and thankful.  Someday, Talu and I will live together in heaven, but until then I must be about Kingdom living here on earth.