I’ve gotten the idea, from Scripture,
that I’m a resident alien in this world—
a wandering presence, waiting—working toward—
anticipating my true home elsewhere.
I’ve also gotten the idea, from Scripture,
that I’m to be at home in this world—
wherever I am—in whatever circumstance—
that I’m to buy a house, plant a garden—
and make myself at home.
And I’ve gotten the idea, from Scripture,
that I’m to be a subversive revolutionary in this world—
actively undermining what is
in hope of and commitment to what can be.
You get the idea I’m confused?
You get the idea Scripture’s confused?
Scripture though, is real and honest,
and real is messy.
Honest is inconsistent.
Neat and consistent are ideas (not ideals) imposed on what’s real.
So with three different Scripture-based views of my place in the world,
do I cycle through different definitions—
one now, another there, the other then?
Or is each reactive to particular circumstance?
Confronting injustice, I’m to be a revolutionary,
celebrating God’s creation, I’m to be at home,
and facing national, cultural and institutional claims on me,
I’m a passing wayfarer.
Or is there some kind of weird trinitarian,
three musketeer thing going on
in which all are one and one is all,
and I am ever and always
undermining what is and waiting,
wandering and at home.