Since I was born, I’ve not fit into any neat molds. First having three boys, my mother dressed me in ruffles and bows and tried to turn me into a girly-girl. Fifty-six years later she’s still trying, God bless her.
In high school, I was on the perimeter of social groups, always a step ahead or behind. I never really fit.
When I got saved, for a while I thought I had found my home in the church I first attended. But it turns out that was a temporary plan, and I was not to put my faith in a particular church or pastor, so God called me out of there before I got too comfortable.
Nor I have ever fit neatly into a political category. Neither conservative or liberal, republican or democrat, left or right, can be defined in an apolitical Bible.
More recently, I’ve come to realize that I have far more in common with Christians on the other side of the world than I do with Americans, which seems apropos given that God is not limited by geographical boundaries.
In short, I’ve always been an alien and a stranger in this world. And as a Christian who looks to a future home, I think that’s as it should be.
For am I now seeking the favor of men, or of God? Or am I striving to please men? If I were still trying to please men, I would not be a bond-servant of Christ. (Galatians 1:10)
So show your love for the alien, for you were aliens in the land of Egypt. (Deuteronomy 10:19)
Beloved, I urge you as aliens and strangers to abstain from fleshly lusts which wage war against the soul. (1 Peter 2:11)
He who overcomes, I will make him a pillar in the temple of My God, and he will not go out from it anymore; (Revelation 3:12)