Whether you call it the kingdom of God, paradise, heaven, whatever you call it, the most name it could possibly have is “home”.
The seemed to be the idea that God has me stumbling over lately. It is mainly because of an idea I heard through a homily this week. The idea was derived from the statement that the kingdom of God is revealed through the small things.
I thought more about the small things in my life. How I never do the laundry at my house, or how I will never have to worry about food because there is always something to eat. The small things that I can safely find at home. It’s quite remarkable how my home is a glimpse of what heaven is like. I can see now why the CFC community is so driven to build the church of the home, because if our homes are heaven on earth, then it is a brilliant movement to grow it.
I can also see why my mom is always so concerned with maintaining the house in such an orderly manner. Our home, our family, it is heaven to her. She put everything into turning a mere building of brick and wood, into a place where I can feel safe, secure, loved; she made it into a place where I belong.
It breaks my heart knowing that I take her effort for granted. That all of the small things she does is not something I used to consider as an action of love. I realize this today: that pride has allowed me to turn a blind eye to the kingdom of God, allowing me to think that I deserve better than the grace God has given me.