Christie and I returned to Geita today.  It’s a quiet night in the Harrison home.  We’ve been blessed to have visitors the past couple of weeks (who are considering joining our team), and we had a great time with them.  But any two-week trip to Africa is bound to keep everyone involved very busy.  And, so, we have been.  [And hence my absence here on aliens and strangers.]

We saw our friends off at the Mwanza airport this afternoon, and they are currently on a plane to Europe, en route to the U.S., while we are back in Geita… in our quiet house.  Baylor’s asleep, and Christie and I are catching up on our reading.  The only sounds are the squeaks of the bats in the attic and the musical stylings of my current favorite artist, Aron Wright (with whom I went to Lipscomb).  [My favorite songs of his: “To the Country” and “I Hope We Die.”]

It used to be that I enjoyed going out more than staying in — and I’ve certainly not become an introvert during my short time thus far in Tanzania.  But I do enjoy our home… and the quiet rest of time alone with my family.  A few months ago I wrote a bit about what home means to me in home and the april work report, and this is an excerpt from that short essay:

…I write this to say that we are at home in Geita now, and it’s amazing to think it will be home for the next 8 or 9 years. And that Baylor will have so many of her firsts in this house, and in this yard, and in this family.  I’ll spend over 3000 mornings reading the Bible in that corner of our living room.  And for as many nights, Christie and I will share the hours between Baylor’s bedtime and our own.  We praise God for giving us a place to call home, and even more for making it feel that way.

I know Geita, and this world, is not my true home — believe me, I’m reminded of it every single day.  But it’s nice to have one place that feels like home. I don’t think it’s so much about being comfortable on this earth, and grasping firmly to the things of this world. It’s more about having one little “kingdom place” on earth that’s as close to heaven as I can experience in this life.  And that, for me, is my home.

And these are two of my favorite scriptures concerning home, both of which are very much being affirmed in my life these days:

The Lord’s curse is on the house of the wicked, but he blesses the home of the righteous.  — Proverbs 3:33

“I tell you the truth,” Jesus replied, “no one who has left home or brothers or sisters of mother or father or children or fields for me and the gospel will fail to receive a hundred times as much in this present age […] and in the age to come…” — Mark 10:29-30



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3 responses to “home

  1. It is good to know the source of your absence over the last several days (absence is probably too strong a word). Thankful all is well and you are back home. It is a great joy to have that place, this side of heaven, that is as close to heaven as we can experience!

  2. JMF

    Dude—LEGENDARY pic!!! The viking warlord look is always a crowd pleaser.

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