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Why It's Important for My Heavenly Citizenship to Hold More Weight than My Earthly One

I feel grateful to be an American. I have privileges and opportunities that many in this world do not have. 

I have clean water, a soft bed to sleep in, a machine to wash our clothes and a car to take me wherever I want to go. I can wear what I want, (for the most part) say what I want, live where I want and believe what I want.

It's important for me to never take any of that for granted. And also for me to use what I have to give to others. Because it ISN'T mine. It's Gods. I'm just the steward.

But I also think it's important to remember that this world and this country aren't the be-all-and-end-all. My citizenship is ultimately in Heaven, not the United States. The United States can't and won't save my soul. 

God is not a respecter of persons and the United States and it's citizens aren't the new chosen people of God.

The chosen people of God, the royal priesthood are followers of Christ. Whether they are American, Israeli, South African, Mexican, Iraqi or Chinese. 

My earthly citizenship only matters in the earthly realm. Because guess what?! Jesus doesn't care if my earthly father was Osama Bin Laden, if I confess His name, He will confess mine. 

Yes, God requires that I obey the laws of this land and that I respect the government (and I do)...out of my loyalty to Him, not the government. My loyalty is His and because of that I render to Cesar what is Cesars. And because my heart is His, when I have to make a decision between following HIM and obeying the government the decision is already made because my loyalty always belonged to God.

God's kingdom is eternal. It is unshakable, and unchangeable. His thoughts are higher than ours. He knows all the sides to every argument. And He knows how every decision will affect us in the future. He is unaffected by Republican and Democratic platforms. He is a Father to the fatherless and He has the ultimate plan to care for the needs of the poor. 

And because He lives and He didn't give me a Spirit of fear but of power and love and sound judgment, I can face the future and whatever it holds. Whatever laws are passed, it's going to be okay. Regardless of which battles are fought and what arguments are made...Jesus wins. Whether or not anyone here acknowledges that. 

Jesus is LORD. Of the United States of America. Whether she acknowledges Him or not. He is Lord. 





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