Yesterday I read a book called Illegal: Life and Death in Arizona’s Immigration War Zone
about the effect that the immigration crackdown is having on undocumented aliens in Arizona.
They live in a world of anomie, a world where many have been for decades, but a world that can be destroyed by a knock on the door or flashing lights in the mirror.
They are here, they function and live here…they really don’t belong here.
They want to belong…but there is no way for them to do so.
They yearn to be accepted, but know that many would never accept them…even if they had the right papers.
That’s how I feel about life in the church.
I belong to no organization, denomination or fellowship, though I have been asked to leave two.
I am not on any speakers list, nor will I be invited to any conferences to fellowship with my “peers”.
I sometimes speak in tongues while reading John Calvin.
I study Packer with diligence and wish I could play piano like Swaggart.
I like whiskey and reading Eugene Peterson, preferably at the same time.
Ain’t no room in the inn for me…
There is company for the journey home however.
The road that the misfits travel is getting more crowded lately.
Once they throw you out of the camp you can see Jesus was on the other side of the wall.
Thinking is encouraged and dancing is mandatory.
Laughter just happens.
Best of all, He walks with us.
Go ahead…jump the fence.
“Therefore let us go to him outside the camp and bear the reproach he endured.
For here we have no lasting city, but we seek the city that is to come.”
(Hebrews 13:13–14 ESV)