we got to get ourselves back to the garden
You’ll remember the classic line from The Wizard of Oz when Dorothy first steps out of her tornado-transported home into the Land of the Munchkins. Clutching Toto, she looks wide-eyed around and says, “I don’t think we’re in Kansas anymore.”
Getting home to Kansas was the heart and soul of the story. As wonderful as it was to know the Scarecrow, the Tin Man, and the Cowardly Lion, there was no question that Dorothy was going to abandon her comrades as soon as she learned how to go home. “There’s no place like home (tap, tap), there’s no place like home (tap, tap), there’s no place like home…”
That longing for home beats in all our hearts. The Odyssey, I’ll be Home for Christmas, Lassie Come Home, Norman Rockwell paintings, leaving the porch light burning… the stories, songs, and images of coming home are found everywhere in our culture, revealing our universal longing. People who find at last a worshipping community and religious tradition that they feel “really at home in” (there’s that word again!) have written a variety of articles and books often with similar titles reflecting the Coming Home theme. No matter how great the vacation has been, Jeanne’s first words when we step through our own doorway is, “Oh, it’s so good to come home!”
This theme in our hearts is not about staying home or being home — it’s about returning home. It’s not about a journey of discovery to someplace new and wonderful: Dorothy sought the Emerald City not to discover or experience the wonders of that place, but only as a means to returning home. Like Sinbad, many of us are addicted to travel, adventure, and discovery —we have wanderlust and traveling shoes. But in the end, homesickness overcomes us, and we must return home. As Crosby, Stills and Nash sang, “we got to get ourselves back to the garden.”
There are any number of ways to make sense of the quest that lies at the center of our religious life. But I wonder whether there is any better way to make sense of it than just this: we’re longing to come home. More than finding wisdom to govern our lives, more than finding inspiration for life, more than finding comrades to work for a better world, more than finding relief from guilt or fear, we’re longing to come around the bend to see the porch light burning. We’re longing to come home.
The Lord be with you,