Now therefore ye are no more strangers and foreigners, but fellowcitizens with the saints, and of the household of God. (Ephesians 2:19)
Have you ever felt like an Alien? I’m not talking Marvin the Martian or even “My Favorite Martin” for those of you who go back that far. I’m talking about a complete stranger?
I think that one of the weirdest situations for me came in the good old U.S. of A. as I walked down Broadway Ave. in downtown Manhattan in a pair of worn jeans, a hoodie and a Winnie the Pooh backpack as I headed toward Ground Zero.
It was a miserable February in 2004 and I had come to aid my sister and brother-in-law with my ailing mother. That was “ailing” and NOT “alien” mother. I know what you are thinking.
Anyway, there I was trudging from Penn Station near Madison Square Garden toward Ground Zero which is about a thousand city blocks away. Or at least it seemed like it was. I had landed at LaGuardia Airport and wanted to see the Twin Towers sight before heading to see mom in New Jersey. It was sleeting, low 30s and blustery. I found myself strolling down the Avenue among business suited lawyers, politicians and … well businessmen.
I realize that New Yorkers couldn’t care less about a country hick with the blue Winnie the Pooh backpack slung over his shoulder (it was Abby’s and it was the only one we had at the time). But I felt very very alien. I was finally back in the States and I felt like complete stranger.
I am so very thankful that I won’t need to feel weird when I step on to Heaven’s Golden Avenue. First of all I won’t have that blooming backpack and second of all I won’t be an alien I’ll be a citizen! Imagine that.
Those highfalutin lawyer types won’t have anything on me. I’ll be dressed in my heavenly duds and I’ll have my head high. All because of what my Savior did on the cross. Jesus precious blood paid my way and His cross work earned my heavenly Green Card.
So as I walk around this dusty ball I must realize that here I really am a stranger. I’m passing through and soon to head home. My passport is in hand and my visa has already been stamped in Blood. The blood of my Lord. My citizenship is guaranteed.
May I see your documents please?
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