A Stranger

With my time in Peru, thus far, I have come to realize just how much of an outsider I am. A tall, blonde American girl walking down a Peruvian street is quite a contrast to the shorter, darker population of Peru. There have been many times when I wished I could just blend in and not be the object of so many people's stares and comments, but it is in those times when I cannot help but think of my position on this earth. I am a stranger, not just in Peru, but in the world. My true home is in heaven, and I am only on this earth for a time. Just as I feel like a stranger in Peru, I ought to feel like a stranger on this earth. I ought stand out in a dark world, because I have the light of the world within me. Though being a practicing Christian in the world is not always easy, so being an American in a different culture is not always easy. The language is different, the customs are different, and the people look different. Yet, reflecting on all of these things, comes a good reminder to seek those things which are above rather than the things that are in the world. Heaven is where my true citizenship is, and my passport (or the way to enter heaven) is only through the precious blood of God's only begotten Son.