For as I long as I can remember, I’ve never fit in. In school, I worked hard at my grades and sports, but was never the best. I had friends, but wasn’t overly popular. When I went off to a small Bible College in the Midwest, I found I didn’t fit in there, either. Most of my classmates were from Christian families and conservative towns. I wasn’t.
Even within church, I found I didn’t fit with the “in crowd.” I didn’t fit in with the pastor, either. (Probably because I wasn’t into golf.) I’ve always enjoyed theology, but never felt I fit into a certain theological camp such as Calvinism or Arminianism.
And one day it hit me: I’m displaced. I’m not supposed to “fit in.” To be displaced means to live out of your natural environment. It’s the antithesis of conformity.
I discovered the idea of displacement when I first worked with refugees and immigrants on Chicago’s north side at World Relief, a refugee resettlement agency. Refugees are literal displaced persons. They are forced out of their environments and have to learn to live in a new one. Interestingly, I found I fit in with them very well. I learned so much from many of the refugees I worked with. I learned about hope, perseverance, adaptability, contentment… I could go on.
But the biggest lesson I learned from working with refugees is that I, as a follower of Jesus, am displaced. God’s people on earth are a pilgrim-people. We don’t fit in here because we’re not supposed to. We are refugees – exiles learning to navigate our way through the thick weeds and dense underbrush of the reality of living east of Eden.
That said, I strongly believe it’s in displacement God molds us and shapes us into the kind of people He wants: a people who are courageous and love passionately; people who take risks and realize that the kingdom they live for is subversive and doesn’t fit in to the world’s system. Displacement is where faith grows. Is it easy? Is it a seven-step-formula for a blessed life? No. But it’s real.
The last nine books of the Bible – Hebrews, James, 1st and 2nd Peter, 1st, 2nd, 3rd John, Jude, and Revelation – are all letters to instruct God’s people how to live out their faith in displacement. Each writer has a different perspective, a different lens in which they see it, but all of them see the church as transitory – a pilgrim-movement in a strange and hostile land moving toward the City of the King.
Paul Minear says, “The church is by its very nature composed of tent dwellers.” So, if that is true, are we to fit in and be comfortable in this world? How can we? We’re displaced.
I once read something by Philip Yancey that really struck me. He said, “Every writer has one main theme, a spoor that he or she keeps sniffing around, tracking, following to its source.” For me, my theme is displacement. And I sense God’s calling me to be a voice for other displaced people – literal refugees and immigrants – as well as pilgrim-Christ followers who want to make a difference in this world but know there’s so much more to come.
If you’ve followed this blog at all, you know it’s changed quite a bit: both in looks and in content. But if you sense you don’t fit in or feel you don’t belong in certain cultural and even religious boxes, than this blog is for you. I invite you on the journey I am on. A journey filled with twists and turns and uncertainties. But an epic journey nonetheless. One of great romance and adventure.
The truth is, even though we are out of our natural environment (out of the nest sort of speaking) displacement is the best environment for our faith to grow. It pushes us to rely on God more and gets us out of ourselves.
Most of our days in displacement are spent in the weeds. But occasionally, the weeds fade and you find yourself in a beautiful, lush meadow. The air is fresh, the birds are singing, and the flowers are a-bloom. At that moment, you see a little clearer and your burden is a little lighter, and “your ears will hear a voice behind you, saying, ‘This is the way; walk in it’” (Isaiah 30:21).
Note: I’d love to hear your comments on how you’ve seen how your faith has grown in displacement.