And a scribe came up and said to him, “Teacher, I will follow you wherever you go.” And Jesus said to him, “Foxes have holes, and birds of the air have nests, but the Son of Man has nowhere to lay his head.”
It is remarkable but true... Jesus lived His life the constant recipient of hospitality. He was a homeless man Who came to bring humanity back home to God. And this reminder to an excited scribe reiterated the cost of a disciple: "wild animals have homes... I don't". In order to emulate the Master, a disciple must be willing to live without a home. Disciples must be strangers to this world. We must be pilgrims on a journey, not content to be wrapped up in our earthly accomodations. We must live simply so we can be consumed with God's presence as our ultimate destination.
When a disciple follows a Master with no home in this world, the emphasis is on what a true home really is. It isn't a destination or a domicile, but a desire. It becomes about the relationship we have with the people we are with and the Savior we follow, not the maintenance of the things we have. And it is those relationships with God and fellow disciples who become family that make wherever we are truly home in our hearts.
Oh, You did not have a home
There were places You visited frequently
You took off Your shoes and scratched Your feet
'Cause You knew that the whole world belonged to the meek
But You did not have a home, no, You did not have a home