It is an interesting experience having lived for so long as a foreigner. Before coming to America, I lived for a year in the former Soviet Union, and before that for a year in Canada, but by and large most of my life was spent in England (a good ten years of it in Cambridge).
Having now lived for seven or so years in America, it’s becoming increasingly true that I feel the sense of being without home that, for the Christian, underlines the spiritual reality of this world not being our home but that we are ‘just a-passing through’.
As I think of nations, then, and national character from a stand point of developing cultural confusion (Rochelle and I have brought up our children in America; they are not ‘nappies’ to us they are ‘diapers’ — we just never had nappies in England), I wonder how this relates to the matter of God’s glory.
