14 January 2012

In Between Worlds


When we arrived back in the States at the beginning of December we were greeted by the immigration officer saying, “Welcome home.”   Just a couple days ago we arrived back in New Zealand and was greeted by another immigration officer saying, “Welcome home.”  That is a weird feeling to say the least. 

As I reflected more on this, I was reminded of the passage in Hebrews 11:13 which says,


"All these people were still living by faith when they died.  They did not receive the things promised; they only saw them and welcomed them from a distance.  And they admitted that they were aliens and strangers on earth."


I love that phrase, “they admitted” that they didn’t belong to this world.  Living in between two worlds I have to admit that I don’t belong to either one of those.  I realized that when I became a Christian, I placed my nationality and citizenship in heaven.  I am not fully American and I am not fully Kiwi but what I put my hope in, is that day when I will arrive at the immigration gate of heaven and show him my passport stamped with the blood of Jesus and hear those wonderful words, “Welcome home.”   


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