I have had many homecomings in the past decade or so. The first was into a version of my faith where I could eat and drink God, literally and simultaneously mystically. I was so famished for that sort of intimate connection and honestly, there is no turning back to another form of the faith. I am home.
My second great homecoming was in 2014 when I found a recovery group and got sober and eventually more and more well. I am so grateful for that group of people because they just get me. I find I don't have to explain myself to them, for while the outward forms of compulsive behaviors that we are battling my differ, on the inside we are family.
These two homecomings have changed my internal landscape. I no longer think the way I used to. Eventually, time will tell if my little actions of love change my external landscape and bless others. That is not for me to evaluate however.
What I have been finding more and more precious are the little homecomings I am blessed to experience several times per week. I am extremely fortunate to be able to partake in Holy Communion sometimes 4-5 times in any given week. This has become where I feel most at home.
"I have come home at last! This is my real country! I belong here. This is the land I have been looking for all my life, though I never knew it till now…. Come further up, come further in!"
Enjoy the highlights of Fr. Jim's homily by clicking here, you may find it well worth your time :D