Photo ©2007 and Commentary ©2025 by Chuck Davis
Monday, September 29, 2025
Just saying the word floods us with memories. For a lot of us, our memories of “home” are rooted in childhood. For me, that is Stevenson, a small town in the heart of the Columbia River Gorge National Scenic Area. Today’s photo was captured from a turnout on Washington State Highway 14 at Cape Horn.
I hope you enjoy this scene comprised of a river, mountains, fields, trees, and white puffy clouds under a blue sky. For me, I am looking home. I can see Beacon Rock hiding in the background. In my mind’s eye, I see the Bonneville Dam and the Bridge of the Gods. Home for each of us is different, but the memories we have remain vivid.
Consider the memories that Jesus must have had. As He thought of home, did He envision Bethlehem, Egypt, Nazareth? Based on his words, I suspect His home was none of those places. “Let not your heart be troubled,” He said, “Ye believe in God, believe also in me. In my Father’s house are many mansions: if it were not so, I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you. And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again, and receive you unto myself; that where I am, there ye may be also” (John 14:1-3 KJV).
I am looking forward to the time when this picture will no longer stir my memories. I look for a home that has been prepared by Him. I hope to call you neighbor.