i watched a show called "100% English" last night while winding down from a sugar high... a guy was testing the dna of people who were incredibly proud to be english, asking them for definitions of what it meant to be english, and it summed up to be a really long family history (about 1000 years) of being white english folks... none of these people were 100% northern european according to their dna testing, much less 100% english...
accuracy of dna testing aside, what does it mean to belong somewhere, 100%? these people were born and raised english, important, contributing parts of their community, and wouldn't know good cuisine if it hit them in the face (you knew some sort of insult was coming up)... to me, they're english, to themselves, they're english... england is their home, and most of these people interviewed had a problem with "the others" that were "invading" england... upset that england didn't have the white, protestant face, that spring rolls were common in london, that the english have gone from a super power in the world to being a joke... blame politics, blame mr. bean, their home was changing, and they didn't like it...
so that leaves me guessing where my home is? am i american? by five generations, only 120 years or so as far as i know... norwegian? north dakotan? a wyomingite? minnesotan? is finley, aneta, red willow, st. paul, macalester, st andrews, edinburgh home? do i care? home is where the heart is, and i'm all over the place... red willow is the home of my heart and soul, macalester holds so many of the best memories of my life, st andrews houses some of my most peaceful and Spirit-filled times, i know the farm like the back of my eyelids and spent most of my waking life there... but not even the world is my home...i am a citizen of the heavenly realm, this earth is an adventure, a journey, i'm a hitchhiker, i will go wherever God's vehicles take me -- when i stick my thumb out, He's gonna provide, pull over, and say "get in"... i'm on a journey right now, a journey home...
i may not be 100% american, scottish, norwegian, husky, or anything of the sort.. i am 100% God's... and that is freakin' exciting!
"Do not let your hearts be troubled. Trust in God; trust also in me. In my Father's house are many rooms; if it were not so, I would have told you. I am going there to prepare a place for you. And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come back and take you to be with me that you also may be where I am. You know the way to the place where I am going."
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mariposa33heya--i was just thinking about homes myself today. and what it means to be a part of any one culture. and i was all worried about having a place: having somehow forgotten my place isn't here... well. way to remind me where my priorites lie.
back to Dar i go, day after tomorrow... guess i'd better be thinking about my real home, huh?
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