Cosmic Displacement

At some point, I realised I was old, because I had stories to tell. I could bust out the story of getting delayed in Fiji, or eating Greek yogurt in Greece, or that time we took a door off its hinges using only a pocket knife, ID, and a spoon.

But I also think that I travel a lot. Recently I went to a wedding in the great state of Wisconsin, and people would ask me “Oh, so where is your family?” The first part of the question was easy – “Well, obviously, I’m here, and there’s my mom…” (Since she was there too), but after that it got harder. Now I’ve taken to saying “My parents are traveling” and hope that covers everything.

Go, Displacement, go!

So the other day in this class I’m taking, everyone introduced themselves, and the leader guy explained how he was born in Fargo, but spent ten years in China. Later, someone asked him if he was born in China, and he must have been distracted, because he said yes. Later in the conversation he had to correct himself. (Similarly, people either are unaware that I lived in Middle Earth, or else assume I was natively born there.)

Go, Displacement, go!

I recently took an online “American Accent” quiz, and the results I got were as follows:
“You’re not Northern, Southern, or Western, you`re just plain -American-. Your national identity is more important than your local identity, because you don`t really have a local identity. You might be from the region in that map, which is defined by this kind of accent, but you could easily not be. Or maybe you just moved around a lot growing up.” Yeeeah. Go, Displacement, go?

Thus, one could say, I am seeking a homeland. But may I realize it’s an even bigger deal than this! Here we have no lasting city, we are strangers and exiles on earth. May I remember that He has prepared for me a city! And may I earnestly seek the City that is to Come.

This entry was posted in Theology, Travel. Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s