Come Home

G. K. Chesterton, even though he was a brilliant writer, was also extremely absent-minded and became rather notorious for getting lost. He would often forget where he was supposed to be and what he was supposed to be doing. On one such occasion he sent a telegram to his wife which said “Darling, I’m lost again. Presently, I am at Market Harborough. Where ought I to be?” And, as only a wife could, she telegraphed back a one-word reply which just said “HOME!” I suspect that that might be the same answer God tries to give us when we find ourselves wondering where our lives have got to, and where we ought to be. God just says, “Come to me all you who labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Come home.” Not a bad thought for ending one year and beginning another!

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4 Responses to Come Home

  1. Peter Overton says:

    Thanks Bob great reflection. Found this uplifting as I read this today. Are you still doing your radio spots? I know how much people appreciated them.

    • Hello Peter. Great to hear from you. Thanks for your encouraging comments. Yes, I’m still doing the spots on 2CH. The station now presents them as ‘Guideposts with Bob Smith’, so I’ve decided to use the same theme and material for this blog. Feel free to use it and share it as you will.

      Hope you, Anna and the girls have a wonderful New Year.

      Bob

  2. Jay Wilson says:

    Could you please email a copy transcript of your comments AM 13/6/14 at about 7.15am. Relating to historical tyrants –
    Thank you,
    Jay

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