Saturday, April 14, 2012

Day 276 Embracing a Better Country



"All of these died in faith without having received the promises, but from a distance they saw and greeted them. They confessed that they were strangers and foreigners on the earth, for people who speak in this way make it clear that they are seeking a homeland. If they had been thinking of the land that they had left behind, they would have had opportunity to return. But as it is, they desire a better country, that is, a heavenly one. Therefore God is not ashamed to be called their God; indeed, he has prepared a city for them." (Hebrews 11: 13-16)

I' ve read these words before, but they hit me in a new way recently: to long for a better country, a heavenly one; to not look back, but to look with hope toward what is to come.

To admit (and live in the knowledge) that we don't fit in the brokenness of the present is to acknowledge that we are longing and looking for the coming Kingdom. Admitting that we don't fit is uncomfortable, painful, and difficult. It means letting go and recognizing what keeps us in chains. But it is also freeing.

I can pretend that I am not different from (in your case, the Nicaraguans around you) and can take offense when people point, laugh, stare, or mock. Or, I can simply admit that I am different. The same is true of following Christ. I can squirm and hide and get anxious about doing things that seem strange to others. Or, I can embrace being different and be faithful to God's call.

There is freedom in being foreign and strange--freedom to wear bright pink sunglasses and have crazy hair because people are going to stare no matter what. There is freedom to follow Christ with every part of ourselves because we're never going to fully meet the world's expectations and standards--and we don't have to.

We are free to look around and know that we do not belong--free from all that anxiety about not being who others think we should be. We are free to be God's because we are citizens of a better country.

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