Home and the Yearning

Who am I?
I am the girl who loves my island
I’m the girl who loves the sea
It calls me

~Moana, I am Moana

Before you read any of this, if you haven’t already, go watch Moana.

I’ll still be here when you get back.

Okay. First, wasn’t that awesome? And beautiful? And AAAAUGH. 

Anyway.

Moana is unusual for a Disney movie in that both of her parents are alive at the beginning of the movie and they stay alive till the end. This is not just a random fact; it is actually crucial to the main theme of the movie.

Because Moana doesn’t just want to leave; she has a home. She has a family. Like Odysseus, she has to go, but in spite of her wanderlust, she also wants to stay. Her home is a good place.

It is because her home is a good place that she has her wanderlust, though. She grows up in this beautiful paradise where needs are met and family thrives, and she wants it to grow. She wants there to be more islands, more people to share it with. Her desire for the horizon is not an aimless one. She knows that behind her is a home and she is ready to make a new one.

Like Moana, the Christian knows we came from a garden–from a paradise. Like Moana, we also possess that yearning for a different home–for our final paradise. But in between, like Moana, we ought to be caring for, preserving, and creating our homes and gardens. The world will never be perfect until the end, but we are stewards of what we have here. We should care for this world as if it were our home, even as we yearn for our next one.

Taken from IndieWire
See the line where the sky meets the sea/ It calls me
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