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The night breeze was balmy and pleasant as I watched my youngest granddaughter escorted onto the football field by her grandfather.  This was the night of the high schools homecoming, and she was one of two princesses representing the sophomore class.  She looked beautiful and my husband as always brought a warm smile to my lips.   

I was unavoidably late in arriving and elected to stand outside the fence and watch rather then walk the distance to the bandstand missing the introductions of each young lady as her father or grandfather escorted her.  

As I stood there with my hand on the fence, listening to the crowd and watching all the people milling about, I was suddenly keenly aware that I am indeed an outsider, not just there at the football field, but every where here on earth.

We really are sojourners just passing through.  This world does not belong to us we are strangers here on Earth on the outside looking in. During the 1960-70’s we saw the great revival sweep through this land.  Our churches were full of those hungry for more of God as we worshiped long into the night hours, not wanting to leave, as the Spirit of God would bless us with His presence.  Today we are seeing dead man’s bones (Ezek 37:1) as our churches are drying up for the want of money and pleasure. 

As children of God with passion and determination to walk in Him at all costs, we will never belong here, not until the Lord Jesus sets up His Kingdom here on Earth.  We will be misunderstood, resented, ignored, and as time goes by, we may even be hurt physically for our passion for the Lord.

Ours is a lonely walk, our peace and joy come from the Lord, not from any outside source.  We are a true nation unto ourselves. We are the nation of believers and over comers in and through Jesus the Christ, our Messiah.    

Psalm 42
(1) As the deer longs for streams of water,
      so I long for you, O God.
(2) I thirst for God, the living God.
      When can I go and stand before him?
(3) Day and night I have only tears for food,
      while my enemies continually taunt me, saying,
      “Where is this God of yours?”
(4) My heart is breaking
      as I remember how it used to be:
   I walked among the crowds of worshipers,
      leading a great procession to the house of God,
   singing for joy and giving thanks
      amid the sound of a great celebration!
(5) Why am I discouraged?
      Why is my heart so sad?
   I will put my hope in God!
      I will praise him again—
      my Savior and (6) my God!
   Now I am deeply discouraged,
      but I will remember you—
   even from distant Mount Hermon, the source of the Jordan,
      from the land of Mount Mizar.
(7) I hear the tumult of the raging seas
      as your waves and surging tides sweep over me.
(8) But each day the LORD pours his unfailing love upon me,
      and through each night I sing his songs,
      praying to God who gives me life.
(9) “O God my rock,” I cry,
      “Why have you forgotten me?
   Why must I wander around in grief,
      oppressed by my enemies?”
(10) Their taunts break my bones.
      They scoff, “Where is this God of yours?”
(11) Why am I discouraged?
      Why is my heart so sad?
   I will put my hope in God!
      I will praise him again—
      my Savior and my God!