If you’ve reached the season of life where you’ve moved out from living with your parents (even just to college), you’re likely familar with what it feels like to return home. Coming back to Cornerstone brings up the same ideas for me. I get to the festival and see friends and we immediately start talking and can hardly stop (and I’m naturally an introvert). Laughing over old memories, remembering who can’t join us this year, seeing what’s new… it’s everything you ever want in a happy family gathering.
When you return home, it’s comforting because things are so familiar: you can probably walk around the house where you grew up in the dark without stubbing your toe. You don’t have to ask where the silverware is; you just know. Cornerstone is the same way. The signs around the area from the local Rotary club… The red & white striped tents… The lemon-shake-up-stand… The half-pipe and basketball courts…If you’ve been to the grounds ever before, these are completely familiar. It’s comforting.
Every time you return home, and every year at Cornerstone (no, not just this year), there are also changes. Maybe you’ve had the experience of returning home and discovering that “your” room has a whole new look. Your mom took down your old high school memorabilia, redecorated and put in a new bed. You even have to admit that it looks good, but it feels different. It is nicely decorated with a really comfortable bed, but it takes a little getting used to.
I was happy to come back “home” tonight. Yep, a few things at Cornerstone are different and will take a day to get adjusted to (and I’m not just referring to Main Stage; there are *always* changes at Cornerstone). But, it’s all so familiar. It’s filled with people I love. It’s comforting. It’s beautiful. It really is home.
And I’m so glad to be here.