“By faith he lived as an alien in the land of promise as in a foreign land, dwelling in tents with Isaac and Jacob fellow heirs of the same promise”.
I found myself at a particular event recently. A gathering if you will, where believers and non-believers engaged in mutual celebration. I could not help but notice the marked difference between the two camps; there was no hostility, no contention, just observed behaviors of those who stand apart, those who stand alone.
As followers of Christ, in many respects we are continually standing alone, always on the outskirts. It’s weariness sometimes, taking all ones endurance to exist in that environment. We are stuck in this in-between place. We cannot go back to the state of being of the world, yet we are in this world; aliens in a culture not our own. And the very culture we stand apart from (even if that culture was once ours) we can no longer understand.
We are those who dwell often alone, misunderstood, marginalized and persecuted. Like Abraham we persevere pressing onward toward the promise; content for a time to dwell in our respective tents with fellow heirs.
Luther.
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