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I had the privilege of visiting several different countries in a short space of time. The Netherlands, France and Australia, and also closer to home here in Africa: Namibia, Botswana and Zimbabwe. I even walked a few meters to Zambia.

It is remarkable that the people of each country possess something unique. The Dutch speak strangely and you understand what they say. The French are quite gruff and fed up with all the tourists in their country and don’t bother to hide their displeasure.

Australians everywhere are friendly. Just like the Namibians who would do anything to make you feel at home. There is always something lovely about the other African countries and you see big smiles everywhere.

There are many differences within a nation, but there is a golden thread that unites them all. When you spend a little time in a stranger’s life, you see the golden thread that runs through it and you know exactly where that person came from.

But not always, because people mix. They leave their country of origin to go live with their children or wherever it is safer. Over time, they become such a part of the new country that they begin to do things the way the people of that country do them. The first generation may still be recognized as strangers here and there, but the next generation feels so comfortable in the new country that they become exactly like the people of that country.

And that is understandable.

You and I do not only belong to the nation of the country where we live, we also belong to the people of God. 14He offered himself as a sacrifice to deliver us from a dark and rebellious life to this good and pure life, making us a people he can be proud of, strong in goodness.

The question is whether this is so. When people spend a few minutes in our company, will they recognize us as children of Jesus’ people?

Each of us has to answer that question for himself.

I know that many of us have become such an important part of this world that we can no longer be recognized as children of Jesus’ people. We enjoy our lives too much to stand up. We are so busy with our own affairs that we ourselves take center stage and are no longer a part of it. We are busy building our own kingdom, founding our own nation.

And that very nation of ours will not make it. When the storm winds begin to blow, we will fall apart, we will not stand.

We need we a they. To move forward in life as God’s people, we need brothers in faith. Let us emphasize living as children of the light. Let’s hold hands and break with sin. Let us live together a life of victory. Children who are free from the burden of sin.

Yes, let us not be shy and show the world what God’s people are like, so that they too can be jealous and long to be part of God’s people.

Holy Scripture
Titus 2:11-14

Reflection
Are you part of God’s people?
Can others see it?
Who are the fellow believers who can help you with this?

Prayer
Lord, my own plans and dreams are so important to me that sometimes I forget that I am part of your kingdom, your people. Please help me to put You first and live the culture of heaven here on earth. Amen.

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