My mom was an alien. No, my mom did not live on a planet in a far away galaxy, but she was a resident alien. Before my mom became a U.S. citizen I used to find it very amusing that she had a resident alien card or a “green card,” so that everyone would know that she although she was a not a citizen she was allowed to reside here in the U.S. legally.
When I became a Christian I gained citizenship in heaven. This earth is my temorary home, but heaven is permanent residence. God did not issue me a resident alien card and I don’t have any from of ID or a “white card” that proves that heaven is really my home. How do people know that I am a Christian? My hope is that they know me by the life that I live. It has been bothering me a lot lately that some people claim that their citizenship is in heaven, but they act and live in a way that would make you think the total opposite. Looking at my own life, I personally have a lot of work to do to make it obvious to others that this world is not my home. I am a long way off from being able to say that I am loving in all of my thoughts, my words, and actions. When I tell people that I am a Christian, I don’t want them to card me and ask for my ID. I don’t want anyone to say, “Hang on a minute! This woman says she’s a Christian, but I don’t believe it!” I want my life to be my identification. I want people to know without my saying anything that I belong to God. I want my life to shine with the light of God in me, no ID required.