This week our daughter, Marie, e-mailed us her decision to not come home for spring break. When I called my son, Tom, he told me about his home in Iringa, Tanzania. He is learning Swahili from his five new sisters, brother, mother and father. Lenore brought her computerized sewing machine and Traci her scrapbooking supplies and they made themselves at home.
Home is often full hands, certainly a full heart.
Home is where the heart is, the butt finds rest, and the mind can safely empty. Jubilee is a big event, partly because bureaucracies blanch at the possibility that the mundane is significant. However it is in the well-tilled soil of the mundane that the scriptural imperative finds root. Family is where the sacred lives in the ordinary. The U.S. bishops said that well in their 1994 document, Follow The Way of Love .