I come from a long line of Manhattan, KS fanatics. I grew up in the stands of Bill Snyder Family Stadium, and from a young age, had the route from Wichita to Manhattan memorized. K-State is the only college I applied to, and in about a year when I graduate, I hope to stick around here for a little while. While I love this city and my life here, every time I go home for the weekend, it never gets easier to leave. As I hug my siblings and parents and new puppy, with a few tears welling in my eyes, part of me wants to stay. Part of me dreads the drive that I have done hundreds of times. Part of me wishes I didn’t go back and forth between two places I call home. Yet, I make that familiar drive, I unpack all my things, and I settle in.
While reflecting on these things during my most recent drive back to Manhattan, I realized that my circumstances have been shared by Jesus. He, too, went back and forth between two places He could call home. He started in His heavenly home, where He would hug his Father, where He would feel loved, where He would be filled. Then, He was sent. Sent to an earthly home where He knew there was work to be done - work that wasn’t always easy and work that brought Him to the Agony in the Garden. Yet, He made the drive, unpacked His things, and settled in.