I am not at home. I never have been. Often, I think about home, and about how much I miss it, although I've never seen it. Before I go there, I must run a race. I hope to run it diligently with love such that every time I meet a person, I think, "how can I, in the 30 seconds, 3 weeks, of 10 years I am to know them, love them better." If you know how I can love you better, let me know. It will help me run the race which leads me home.
All we can do in this life is point at Jesus and pray that someone stops staring at our finger and instead sees what we are pointing at, the glory and love of the Almighty God.