I zip open my purse and walk by the guard at the door,
flashing it wide at him so he can peer at the contents. I pause so the woman on the other side of the
door can pat my backside, then I make my way to the counter. There I stand as close as possible to the
woman ahead of me, all but bumping into her.
She completes her transaction, so it’s my turn. I lift my eyebrows and chin in a small fluid
movement to the girl behind the counter before placing my order, and I don’t flinch
when the change she gives me is 50 ‘cents’ short. I make my way with my rice and chicken
through a thickly crowded room, and sit down at a table with another woman, a
complete stranger. We engage in a bit of
conversation about the Department of Education as we eat using our spoons and forks. She gets up to leave, and, finished with my
meal, I rise too, leaving all my food wrappings on the table behind me.
You might question the sanity of someone who acted like this
in public. But because I’m living in a
culture that’s not my own, I’ve had to learn a new set of rules. This is my new
normal. It took some time. And after
almost three years I’m still learning.
Other foreigners who come for short-term trips arrive in
this country and are impressed by all the newness. They are delighted with the novelties of
jeepneys and papayas and the beauty of the local beaches and the smiles of the
people. They may learn to raise their eyebrows, or to open their purse for a
guard, but there’s no urgency to learn all the local ways, since they are just
here for a couple of weeks.
They are challenged by some of the temporary inconveniences
of no running hot water, no clothes dryers, ants in their kitchen, and no
self-checkouts. They are shaken by the
vast chasm between their lifestyles and the poverty they see up close. They help with a VBS or a medical outreach,
hand out generous gifts, and then climb back onto the airplane with their
tourist visa in hand, blessed, changed, but happy to be returning
home, to the familiarity, security and comfort they know there.
There are parallels in Christianity. Not everyone has been called to live in a
foreign culture, but Jesus has invited all of us to step beyond the bounds of
being a tourist-class Christian. He has called
us to a change of culture.
“Our citizenship is in
heaven” Phil. 3:20
He asks us to relate to Him, to become His friend and
disciple, to dwell in His house, basking in the glory of His beauty, trusting
His strength for the challenges and difficulties, becoming a contributing
member of the heavenly culture, sharing in His work of blessing the nations.
Can I be content to be a “day-tripper” into
Christianity? It’s not enough for me to
enter church as a tourist each Sunday, to be delighted with the beauty of
worship, to be challenged by the words of Christ, or to be shaken by the vast
chasm dividing my lifestyle from the commands of Christ. It’s not enough to hand out generous gifts in
the offering plate before climbing back into my car, relieved to be returning
to the pleasures of home, away from whatever might have unsettled my inner security
and comfort during the past hour.
“Just as we have borne
the image of the earthy, we will also bear the image of the heavenly.”
1
Corinthians 15:49
This ‘image of the heavenly’ is our new persona as a
Christian. To have any amount of effectiveness as a citizen of heaven, the heavenly
culture must be our new normal.
Just like an expat in a new culture watches and imitates the
people around him to learn how to live, how to talk, how to act, so we learn
this new heavenly culture. We watch,
peering closely into the window of the Word, observing, noting how things are
done in the heavenly economy. We watch
Christ Himself. We watch faithful
believers who have gone before.
Then it’s time to imitate.
“You also become imitators of us and of the Lord,” 1 Thess.
1:6
Some of the heavenly cultural norms defy what has always
come naturally to me. I tend to be a slow learner. It may take more than a
lifetime for me to learn these heavenly ways.
6 comments:
A lovely and interesting post today. Thank for making me thinking about different cultures and ways of doing things.
Oh so very true...maybe we really should be "day-trippers" of this world, since this world is truly not our own. :)
excellent thought, Carmen...
thanks for stopping by, Sherrey!
Your post hit me where it hurts, especially since you and I are living in very similar situations. Thanks for being real and honest and writing words that may be hard for some of us to read!
AWESOME! I gotta snag this post for my blog, too.
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