“Where’s home for you?” the man asked. “Good question!” I replied. We have parents in Pennsylvania and Utah, our church membership is in Tennessee, our mail goes to AFM in Michigan, and we have stayed with six families in the past four weeks.

We miss having a place of our own. Even “foxes have holes and birds have nests.” Yet, we remember that Jesus had “nowhere to lay His head.” He lived His entire ministry dependent on others’ hospitality! Forgive us, Lord! You have blessed us with many gracious homes and all the comforts possible in the pilgrim’s life, just like you promised in Mark 10:29, 30. Thank you!

There’s a song by Steve Green that says, “Give me ears to hear your Spirit. Give me feet to follow through. Give me hands to touch the hurting, and the faith to follow you. And I will go where there are no easy roads. Leave the comforts that I know. I will go, and let this journey be my home. I will go. I will go, Lord, where your glory is unknown. I will live for you alone. I will go because my life is not my own. I will go.”

By God’s grace, we will go to the 1.3 million Northern Khmer! And you, reader—will you go by His grace to one of the other 10,000 unreached people groups? No matter how many houses or lands we have, until the whole world knows in their own tongue about Jesus, we all remain homeless.

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