I Am a Foreigner

Happy Kids from the Dominican Republic
Happy Kids from the Dominican Republic

Some smiling, happy kids in Santiago, Dominican Republic, who spent the day with us, learning about Jesus and hugging us randomly.

I don’t like that word. I don’t like to hear people called “foreigners” on American soil. And frankly, I just don’t care that much about the politics of immigration. I’m a Christian, a stranger and a foreigner in this culture. My citizenship is in another kingdom, so I’m odd and strange because of my beliefs and values.

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