I watch too much HGTV. I am abnormally curious about other peoples' home decor. I like visiting tour homes when I'm on vacation. I mail-ordered a video of Hearst Castle as a gift for Angi years ago, but I've probably watched it twice as many times as she has.
I like my home. I like living there. I liked working there. I don't like it when I don't have time or money to keep it up, fix its plumbing, mow its yard, repaint its trim, clean its gutters.
I am not an alien and a stranger.
I'm talking about I Peter 2:11 here, and Hebrews 11:13, and all the way back to I Chronicles 29:15.
I'm talking about Elijah, and John the Baptist, and Jesus.
And Jesus. And Jesus. And Jesus.
And His disciples, of course. Paul. Many others.
I know Jesus didn't call everyone to be a homeless person.
But sometimes I am too much "of" this world as well as "in" it.