“You belong to what is below, I belong to what is above. You belong to this world, but I do not belong to this world.” Where do you belong? I haven’t lived in Baltimore since 1963, sixty years!, yet that is still home to me. As the Hebrew children were wandering in the desert they wondered where they belonged. On the other hand, there is the example of Spring, a four year old Vietnamese child who had come to America with her parents and older brother when Saigon fell. Her elders where disoriented and uncomfortable. Everything was so new and different so they didn’t know if they belonged. Not Spring — she was perfectly at home. Why? Not because of where she was but because she knew that she belonged with her family and where they were was home. That was the story of Jesus as well. Because he was in the presence of his Heavenly Father he know that he belonged. Belonging then is not so much a question of where we are but whose we are.
