Summary: "Western Presbyterian... that's the church where there's a great mission with the homeless," said one of my new neighbors when I told him where I serve. As I read the psalm afterwards, describing the ancient temple as God's dwelling place, it dawned on me that when it comes to God, "home" looks different, that in some ways we are all homeless, and for some of us it's just more obvious. What might it mean for us to find our home in God? How does Western help you find your home?
