There's no place like home
Home is the center of the universe, and the rest of the world stretches out from there.
This thought was harvested from a western I recently read in which a man settled on a parcel of land in the middle of nowhere, with nothing but sky and plains all around.
It is a universal truth which becomes especially evident during holidays. Home means more than anything — more than the glitter, gifts, and goodies that mark the Christmas season.
When away from home, driving through cities, towns, and the countryside, we observe many houses. At night, we see light streaming from windows and realize that a place which is strange to us is home to someone else. It produces a warm feeling to know a home awaits us.
True poverty is not material. Rather, it is to not have a home, a place where we know we belong, where we feel secure.
Even when we aren't there or our homes are broken, the principle of home is a comforting thought. For many men and women this Christmas, that is all they have. For them, the song says it well:
"I'll be home for Christmas, you can count on that
— ROWENA PLETT
