“To me remains nor place, nor time:My country is in every clime;I can be calm and free from careOn any shore, since God is there.While place we seek, or place we shun,The soul finds happiness in none:But with a God to guide our way,’Tis equal joy to go or stay.”
When thy dear Son came unto his own, his own received him not. He was in the world, and the world was made by him, and the world knew him not. Never was foreigner so speckled a bird among the denizens of any land as thy beloved Son among his mother’s brethren. It is no marvel, then, if I who live the life of Jesus, should be unknown and a stranger here below. Lord, I would not be a citizen where Jesus was an alien. His pierced hand has loosened the cords which once bound my soul to earth, and now I find myself a stranger in the land.
But here is the sweetness of my lot: I am a stranger with thee. Thou art my fellow-sufferer, my fellow-pilgrim. Oh, what joy to wander in such blessed society! My heart burns within me by the way when thou dost speak to me, and though I be a sojourner, I am far more blest than those who sit on thrones, and far more at home than those who dwell in their ceiled houses.
~ Charles H. Spurgeon, Morning and Evening
As Spurgeon reminds us, we are resident aliens on earth, no matter what the geographical, societal, or governmental boundaries be. There is no time, place, or human culture where the Christian is ‘home.’
We exist here, as it were, with green card status. Our citizenship is in heaven (Phil 3:20) and here we are strangers and exiles (Heb 11:13). As Christians we are neither tourists nor citizens. We are not just passing through, but neither are we at home. We look to another city who’s architect and builder is God. May we be able to say, “while place we seek or place we shun, my soul finds happiness in none.