I lost my passport. Suffice it to say the story is convoluted and straightforward at the same time. No details forthcoming. Reality. I have to replace it. Here is where things get interesting. The process is more detailed than simply renewing an expired passport that is still in your possession. Going through the process brought back memories of a time when I was not a citizen of “The True North, strong and free…”
I remember my days as an International student having to deal with Canadian Immigration. I always approached the renewal of my student visa with some trepidation that I would be arbitrarily asked to leave the country with no good reason as to why provided. Those days are long gone but as I worked through the passport renewal process I realized that I still had some of that sense of trepidation; unfounded but nonetheless, present. In some ways I still had not fully embraced the reality and privilege of living as a citizen in my adopted land.
I see some parallels with my spiritual journey. I have switched kingdoms. I have been brought out of the kingdom of darkness and brought into the kingdom of light, through Jesus Christ, with all the rights and privileges of this new kingdom. I have been brought all the way in but live sometimes as if I was still standing on the border/threshold of this new land: a bit afraid, a bit hesitant, a bit uncertain that all I have been promised is truly mine. The promise
rests on a sure foundation. In the words of the hymn writer of old: ” My faith has found a resting place, not in device or creed. I’ll trust the ever-living one, His wounds for me shall plead. I need no other argument, I need no other plea. It is enough that Jesus died and that He died for me.”
Both in the natural and the spiritual, my choice is to either live like an outsider, or live as a “Full Citizen”, with all the rights and privileges bestowed on me. I choose to be a citizen.
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