Sojourners and Exiles

I am now officially an alien in the United States of America. I’m an alien that sounds American, looks Filipino, and thinks like both.
I’ve been uprooted and transplanted to a land I only know from movies, television, the internet, and of course, the stories of other people. It is surreal being here, like having a vivid dream, and the newness of it all makes my mind explode in the best of ways. I am a child again who has to learn a foreign system that in some sense must become my own.
I now join the ranks of these biblical figures who were sojourners in other lands: Abraham, Moses, Ruth, Joseph, and the Israelites before and after their time in Egypt. In the Old Testament, they are the ger—aliens who do not just pass through but are coming to live for long periods in a land not their own. Scripture teems with examples of sojourners and exiled individuals. Even believers in the New Testament (and by extension, modern-day Christians) must consider themselves strangers in the Earth (1 Peter 2:11).
I'm finally getting the full experience of “otherness” firsthand. This informal series of posts is my way of dealing with being the Other, adjusting to life abroad as a ger in the United States. My travels in Asia before gave me a glimpse of what it means to be a sojourner; it confirmed what has been embedded in our hearts—our longing for a “home” that we can’t describe and which can only be found in Christ. C.S. Lewis expresses it this way:
If I find in myself desires which nothing in this world can satisfy, the only logical explanation is that I was made for another world.
For now, I leave you with our series theme song, "In Exile" by one of my favorite bands, Thrice.
I am in exile, a sojourner
A citizen of some other place
All I've seen is just a glimmer in a shadowy mirror
But I know, one day we'll see face to face
I am a nomad, a wanderer
I have nowhere to lay my head down
There's no point in putting roots too deep when I'm moving on
Not settling for this unsettling town
My heart is filled with songs of forever
The city that endures when all is made new
I know I don't belong here, I'll never
Call this place my home, I'm just passing through
I am a pilgrim, a voyager
I wont rest until my lips touch the shore
Of the land that I've been longing for as long as I've lived
Where they'll be no pain or tears anymore
My heart is filled with songs of forever
The city that endures when all is made new
I know I don't belong here, I'll never
Call this place my home, I'm just passing through

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