Description: For Frederick Buechner, the meaning of home is twofold: the home we remember and the home we dream. As a word, it not only recalls the place that we grew up in and that had much to do with the people we eventually became, but also points ahead to the home that, in faith, we believe awaits us at life's end. Writing at the approach of his seventieth birthday, he describes, both in prose and in a group of poems, the one particular house that was most precious to him as a child, the books he read there, and the people he loved there. He speaks also of the lifelong search we are all engaged in to make home for ourselves and for our families, which is at the same time a search to find something like the wholeness and comfort of home within ourselves. As he turns his attention to our dream of the Heavenly home still to come, he sees it as both hallowing and fulfilling the charity and the peace of our original home.

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