Blog 3756 – 02.22.2026

Feels Like Home To Me

When I was in Bible College fifty-two years ago, three of my classmates formed a trio call Homeward Bound. They entertained and gave their testimonies around the country during the spring breaks, summer vacation, and on weekends in churches near the college.

I am still in touch with one of those classmates who went on to be a pastor. I marvel at all the turns we both have taken in our journey home. This adventure in time and space has been for me like my three tiered reason for writing these daily love notes, entertaining, enlightening, and encouraging. I believe that was the trio Homeward Bound’s mission as well.

Unlike what I was taught as a child and in Bible College that is summarized in a plaque that hung on our living room wall when I was a boy, “Just One Life, T’will Soon Be Past, Only What’s Done For Christ Shall Last, I have come to believe that we with our higher self choose to experience these many adventures in time and space to learn first hand what it means to be on our own and to find our way back home.

Even in those adventures in which we experience little if any warm and inviting home life whatever, the self imposed amnesia of previous lives cannot hide from us completely the memory of our true home nor diminish our desire to search for it till we find it.

It used to be said that the three dearest words in the English language were heaven, home, and mother. Jesus said, “The kingdom of heaven is within you. Heaven, home, and mother are all descriptions of not only our destination but also echoes of our origin, I think.

Randy Newman’s song, Feels Like Home To Me, describes better than most hymns and spiritual songs to me what true love feels like. It feels like being home at last. As I answered a letter from a cousin by marriage who was in Vietnam the same year that I was, 1970, who had written asking me to leave my home for that year at Davis Station on Tan San Nhut Airbase, arguably the most guarded and safest space in any combat zone ever, to come out and visit him in the boonies, “I’ll see you when we get home.” We both made it safely home. No matter what it may look at times in this time/space jungle, I believe that we all make it safely home.

Your friend and fellow traveler,

David James White

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Feels Like Home To Me