Father Abraham, do you remember when
you were called to a land and didn't know the way?
Cause we are wandering, in a foreign land
We are children of the promise of the faith.
And I long to find it.
Can you feel it, too?
That the sun that's shining,
is a shadow of the truth.
This is a far country, just a far country
not my home.
Andrew Peterson
you were called to a land and didn't know the way?
Cause we are wandering, in a foreign land
We are children of the promise of the faith.
And I long to find it.
Can you feel it, too?
That the sun that's shining,
is a shadow of the truth.
This is a far country, just a far country
not my home.
Andrew Peterson
Wow! After A LOT of years daydreaming of adventures and espionage in remote parts of the world (for those of you didn't already know this, my greatest single ambition is to become a spy), I am finally leaving the nest and heading off to Africa - Cape Town to be exact. Actually I am not going as a spy (though if I was, I obviously couldn't tell you because then I'd have to kill you) but as a teacher in a Xhosa township. Cape Town is about as far away from Oklahoma as you can get - figuratively and geographically, so it really IS a far country, but mostly the title refers to the irony that no matter where on this planet I land, I'm a foreigner. My home is in and with the One Who created the earth and charted my footsteps long before I was even a sparkle. Hopefully, those footsteps will lead someplace blog-worthy in the weeks and months to come.
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