I like homecoming. I didn’t go to school in this college town or anything, but there is just something about people coming “home” that is wonderful. I think of a guy I know who is really, really successful. He’s done it all and has it all, yet he turned almost giddy talking about his weekend and how his friend was coming to visit for homecoming. That’s awesome. And there’s a parade and unified spirit and good food and fond memories. Homecoming is pretty cool.
It makes me think a bit of Revelation 7:9: “After this I saw a great multitude that no one could count, from every tongue, tribe, people and language, standing before the throne of the Lamb. They were wearing white robes and were holding palm branches in their hands.”
This weekend people will return home wearing their team’s colors (gold and black). They’ll wave rally towels or clang homemade noisemakers that they sneaked into the game. They’ll bow before the gridiron throne in ecstatic euphoria.
But it doesn’t touch the ultimate homecoming scene mentioned in Revelation. It mirrors it, but in a distant, foggy way, and it cannot replace that ultimate homecoming at which all things are set right and the glory of God shines before a crowd that is captivated in a state of ecstatic euphoria.
I will enjoy this weekend and the game, but I long for that day. Homecoming will make me reflect on the ultimate homecoming, and yearn for a life that is lived with that day in mind.
Have a great weekend, and may we all, at some point, find our way home.