For most Americans, an “alien” is a character with malformed facial features and strange-looking appendages. I hope that doesn’t describe me, even though the government of the country where I happily reside classifies me as an “alien.” I don’t look like the citizens of this country. I don’t sound like them. I don’t think like them.
In a few days, I will present my passport to an immigration official in my home country. If I’m lucky, he/she will say “Welcome home!” (That actually happened once. ) I will no longer look or sound different from all the other people in the airport or on the street—or will I? Actually, I will probably not feel like I belong there either. Peter says that I am an “alien and stranger in the world” (1 Peter 2:11 NIV) no matter what country I happen to be in.
So where do I belong? My real citizenship is in heaven (Philippians 3:20). And I am one of those described as “… chosen people… royal priests…a holy nation, God’s very own possession. (1 Peter 2:9-10 NLT).
Yes, I’m an alien here. But more accurately, I’m an ambassador on business for my King! It shouldn’t worry me if I don’t fit in.