When your wheels turn on to the road and you tell yourself, "Don't worry, we'll be home soon now," though you're driving away from your bed, you know you're in for an interesting evening.

Doesn't it make sense that home is where you find yourself wrapped in the firmest hugs, where you're fond of the strangers, where you remember your best parts?

"I feel it in me," someone said. I feel it in me to be that person again, to give hugs and spy at people through my clarinet bell and make freshmen smile. I feel it in me to be someone of worth again, someone I want to like, instead of this useless lump occupying rental property and wasting clean oxygen.

Come, Lord Jesus, and show us life.