Now, with God’s help, I shall become myself. (Soren Kierkegaard)
Thomas Wolfe told us that we can’t go home again, since “the old forms and systems … are changing all the time.” We can’t go home, Wolfe explained, because home isn’t there anymore – at least the home that memory recalls.
But I would go further. We can’t go home again because we’ve never been home before. A place – like the place I grew up, 910 Lake Avenue, Elyria, Ohio – is not home. Home is where a person is himself, and none of us is yet himself or herself.
Once I heard a preacher say, almost regretfully, “Well, we’re all just human, aren’t we?” And I thought to myself, “No, we aren’t – not yet, anyway. But, God willing, we will be.” We call ourselves human beings, but we are really human becomings.
Christians believe that thus far in history there has only been one truly human being and he was, ironically, God. (If you object and say that Adam and Eve were truly human, I would counter that the biblical story suggests they were proto-humans, the fullness of their humanity having gone unrealized.)
When we come home it will not be to a place built with brick and mortar. Home will not be a place created through political activism. No amount of money can purchase a ticket home. We will only come home when we’ve come to ourselves, and we can only come to ourselves with the help of another.
That’s what this blog is really about. It will touch on politics and money, family and society, theology and biblical studies, but it will not roam too far from the way home – the way that is, paradoxically, a person.