But is there a home? It seems so far away now, I can hardly recall it. Maybe there is no home, just the longing. No. The longing proves we were made for something called home. (“…physical hunger does not prove that man will get any bread…but surely a man’s hunger does prove that he comes of a race which repairs its body by eating and inhabits a world where eatable substances exist.” C S Lewis, The Weight of Glory) So then, what of our longing for home? What of our longing for God? In our wandering places, far from home, God sends Jeremiahs our way to call out “Turn! Turn for home!” God will carry you home. He promised.