Lost Home

Feb 27th 2009

I’ll never forget the call.  It was something like, “Son we would like to have you come home for Thanksgiving…we are going to burn our home.”  “What?!!! Are you crazy?”  I think was in the general vicinity of my response.  Mom and Dad had decided to burn the house I had grew up in.  They now had a nicer, newer house on the farm, and the property tax on the old one wasn’t worth the rent they could get from it.  So — not to be accused of being sentimental — they wanted to have a house-burning.  So we went home that Thanksgiving.  I walked through the house to say my last goodbyes, picked up a few momentos, watched my kids do what they had always dreamed of doing — completely destroying a house, and then watched it burn.  I lost a home that day.  It’s hard to lose a home — even when you already have one..

My Grandfather was one who knew something about being away from home.  He spent much of his life “away from home.”  When I was a kid, he lived on our farm, in a little wooden mobile home.  I remember going out to his place before the school bus came.  I would sit with him and watch for the bus — I was probably 7 or 8 at the time — and drink a cup of coffee.  I’ve been drinking it ever since.

What I remember most…were his stories. He could tell stories like you wouldn’t believe.  Stories about the road; following the harvest; riding the rails; meals with hobo’s and other great adventures.  As a young boy there wasn’t much better than Grandpa’s stories. Growing up I idolized grandpa and his life on the road. But as I grew older, I came to realize that his life was not quite as glamorous as I once thot.  It wasn’t so much a life on the road, as it was a life without home.  His life on the road was the journy of an alcholic abandoning his family for long periods of time…and I know it was hard on him.  Life without a home is hard.

For the last few weeks in Myanmar, children have been losing their homes.  The government has gone on an orphanage closing spree.  So far, I am aware of five homes that have been closed.  There are likely many more.  At least three of the small orphanages we (Calvary) supports are in danger of being closed.  I realize it’s a Buddhist country, but I’ve been sitting here tonight trying to figure out why a government is closing orphanages that are caring for children that the government would just as soon forget.  I don’t know it just seems harder than my house-burning and even my Grandfather’s running.  When an orphan has to deal with a lost home  That’s hard.  Please pray.