I love going to my father’s home. As I turn down the long drive to his log cabin out in the country, it’s like my heart sighs with contentment. His home is a place of rest and comfort for me. Jesus loved His Father’s house too. Can you imagine the longing He must have felt to be in His Father’s home while He lived as the sinless One in a world of sin? Oh, how He must have anticipated that day when He would go to His Father’s house once again!