The word ‘home’ puts quite an array of pictures in my head. Places that have welcomed me each night. What an album! But the privilege of living in Asia has also given me the joy and adventure of being invited into a much larger number of other peoples’ homes. 

After each visit, I would leave with new understanding into the countless definitions of our special living spaces.  

Some were sparsely furnished and temporary, like dorm rooms. Eight freshmen welcomed me to their room to sit on a bed and chat over tea. Grad students cooked me delicious meals in their hallway kitchens.  

Students invited me to their homes so their parents could proudly watch their child speak with a foreigner. 

A wealthy military wife, whose staff attended my class, thanked me at her home with imported fruit, money and jewelry.  

I have been included in the New Years’ Mahjong game with a coach at my side. When, by some fluke of nature, I once won the round, I was told to go watch TV.  

A wonderful chat took place with new believers in their simple living room/bedroom one night. We all woke up the next morning with roaring headaches due to the gas leak the father thought he had fixed. His shame and embarrassment were painful but I could only think of my head.  

One shop keeper, whose living space above her store I never saw, threw out her woven mat one night and cooked my team our favorite soup. She served us (behind the candy aisle) and her customers at the same time!  

Teachers from my classes invited me to their new homes, some modest and others the result of huge debt. “A year’s salary,” was whispered in my ear. Some filled with happiness and love and others; jealousy and discontent. 

Countryside visits often included an interview. I got the chair and questioners stood and questioned me - through my student, the interpreter. 

Glimpses into the heavenly home being prepared for us. With You! The goodness of these places -without any danger, debt, or discontent. 

I can only imagine.