The word home, like the word freedom, is easy to say and it fills most hearers with positive images. However, try to pin it down and it becomes strangely elusive. Is it just where you take off your boots at night or where you don't always have to close the bathroom door? For some it is. But prison cells fill both those requirements. Is it where your loved ones are? For some it is. But what if your loved ones are scattered all over? I called Dallas home for the entirety of my formative years but after two years living in Mexico, I have felt like a visitor here ever since. A passage from the Scriptures keeps coming back to my head and try as I might I cannot shake it “And he went out, not
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