Home has never been a part of my vocabulary because of my background. I never used the word home. Instead, I stayed. I stayed with these people, or those people. Finally, I lived with my mother. When I got older and moved out of state, I went to visit her and my other relatives. But even then, I never went “home”.
But then, a few years ago the preacher asked the question in a Bible class. It was an “Aha!” moment for me when I realized that I finally knew the answer. Home was right there. Home is being with my brethren on Sunday and Wednesday, and any other time we decide to get together.
Home is where my brothers and sisters in Christ are.