“Coming Home”

This online community is a funny thing. Last week, Kelly Sauer wrote a post called “The Good, the Bad, and the Things I Don’t Share.” Charity Singleton linked to it in her weekly “There, and Back Again” feature with her own post called “So You Had a Bad Day.”

 

Now it’s my turn. Charity took the title of her post from a song, so I’ll do the same. People, get ready for a few lyrics from Diddy-Dirty Money with Skylar Grey. The song is called “Coming Home.”

 

I’m coming home

I’m coming home

Tell the world I’m coming home

Let the rain wash away all the pain of yesterday

I know my kingdom awaits and they’ve forgiven my mistakes

I’m coming home, I’m coming home

Tell the world that I’m coming

 

You’re waiting for the word “home,” right? And it doesn’t come. That’s how I felt last week when I attended a Bible study/prayer meeting, the first time I’ve done anything like that in years. I went because I’d promised another online friend that I’d go.

 

The ladies were very nice, but that hour was excruciating. I don’t belong there anymore. I drove home sobbing. Ate some dark chocolate, hugged my dogs, and got to work on the October issue of the magazine.

 

I can’t explain what’s happened to me. I can’t tell you why I no longer feel welcome in a Christian gathering.

 

Unless it’s Catholic.

 

Last week I started RCIA (Rite of Catholic Initiation for Adults). I cried when I left there, too, but with joy.

 

The song “Coming Home” is about a man who has messed up his life. But he gets a second chance.

 

Welcome to my homecoming

Yeah it’s been a long time coming

Lot of fights, lot of scars, lot of bottles

Lot of cars, lot of ups, lot of downs

Made it back, lost my dog (I miss you BIG)

And here I stand, a better man! (a better man)

Thank you Lord (Thank you Lord)

 

P.S. Kelly, Charity–I’m link-impaired. I cannot figure it out. Help!