Land of My Sojourn: Ugly Politics and Our True Home

A political/religious blog I subscribe to sent me an email survey the other day.  Its intent was to discover what kind of content its readership would appreciate in the new year.  I was asked to rate my feelings about the major players on the American political scene, both left and right, and to offer my feelings about a handful of religious leaders in terms of their response to the issues of the day.

mullinsI wanted to to help this group of smart, kind, artistic believers with content feedback, I really did.  But when I opened the survey and began answering its questions, I had to pause as I noticed a queasy feeling in my gut.  The mere act of rating public figures had made me anxious.  I didn’t feel at home with all of anybody’s political activity or message.  And rating them felt really weird. I exited.

As I sat in silence at my desk, the vulnerable voice of that ragamuffin troubadour Rich Mullins drifted up from memory.  The song was “The Land of My Sojourn” from A Liturgy, a Legacy and a Ragamuffin Band. It was written in 1993, a time that didn’t seem so innocent then, but it sure does now.  It’s a song about being a Christian in America.

Nobody tells you when you get born here 
How much you’ll come to love it 
And how you’ll never belong here

I’ve never felt less like I belong here in America, but Mullins’ song made me grateful for that discomfort. I don’t belong here, and if you are following Christ, you don’t either.

Reading Romano Guardini’s Meditations on the Christ I was reminded that the temptation to turn Christ’s mission into politics is nothing new. Guardini writes of the disciples’ resistance to Christ’s understanding of his impending suffering and death. The motives of those closest to Him were constantly off kilter, wanting to call down fire on their enemies and wondering about bread instead of grasping Christ’s point about avoiding the leaven of the Pharisees.

Such a misconception of the magnitude of His mission, the kingdom of God! They tried to draw it down into the mundane, political order.

Even at the very last moment, Guardini notes, after they’d witnessed and been taught by the resurrected Christ, the disciples asked the Lord before He ascended into Heaven, “Lord, now are you going to restore Israel?”

We would have done the same thing. We’re still doing it in one form or another.

There’s a temptation once we realize our weakness, our tendency to make everything mundane and political, to want to withdraw from political discourse and action, retreat into an ideological and spiritual bunker and avoid the messiness of engagement.

But that’s not where most of us are called to live our lives. That would be to miss the import of this moment.

So I call you my country 
And I’ll be lonely for my home 
And I wish that I could take you there with me

This ugly political moment could free us to long for our true Home. It’s the only path to true freedom. Living consciously in the tension between our country and our Home is moving closer to the reality that Jesus Christ is Lord. He alone can free us:

  • to evaluate ideas instead of judging those putting them forth.
  • to stop using political affiliation as a litmus test for faith.
  • to love our enemies and pray for those who persecute us.

In a line that hurts with a fresh intensity over twenty years after it was written, Mullins sings:

And the lady in the harbor lucas-franco-58883
She still holds her torch out
To those huddled masses who are
Yearning for a freedom that still eludes them
The immigrant’s children see their brightest dreams shattered
Here on the New Jersey shoreline in the
Greed and the glitter of those high-tech casinos

That’s the voice of a poet-prophet. This song was written years before 9/11 and the immigration policy wars that have all but shut down communication between the two major political parties in the US It’s a reminder that freedom eludes all of us who look for it in this world.

But we slowly become free as we remember our true Home and the One who calls us to live for more than material possessions and entertainment.

I’m praying for ears to hear.

But some mendicants wander off into a cathedral 
And they stoop in the silence 
And there their prayers are still whispered 
And I’ll sing their song, and I’ll sing their song 
In the land of my sojourn.


Last year’s presidential inauguration inspired  For a Time of Transition: Three Versions of the Litany of Humility in Song.

Rich Mullins fans may want to subscribe to Release Date–UTR Media Podcast. Release Date is a well-produced chronicling of the making of an upcoming Rich Mullins tribute album. Clips of old Mullins interviews and songs, interviews with those who knew him and younger musicians who hold the Ragamuffin as a top influence, and their honest songwriting shows it. See also Sparrowfare’s post on the 20th anniversary of Rich Mullins’ passing, Grant Me the Grace to Hurt Like Rich Mullins.

Braving “Our world needs us to show up and stand up for our beliefs. I just hope we’re civil and respectful. When we degrade and diminish our humanity, even in response to being degraded and diminished, we break our own wild hearts.”  Brené Brown’s Braving the Wilderness:  The Quest for Belonging and the Courage to Stand Alone is a bracing challenge to everyone in this fractured, vitriolic culture.  It’s the kind of conversation starter we need, no matter where we find ourselves on the issues that divide us.

Featured photo by Raúl Nájera on Unsplash. Statue of Liberty by Lucas Franco on Unsplash.

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13 thoughts on “Land of My Sojourn: Ugly Politics and Our True Home

      1. I probably understated it. Your late-Thursday blog distilled my feelings after reading Friday’s news. I even featured you in my own blog, but this isn’t the venue to promote that.

        1. I can’t tell you how grateful I am for your response and sharing. I’ve learned a lot from your blog and deeply appreciate the generous words. I do hope this moment helps us reexamine the priorities of our hearts. Thank you so much!

  1. Agreed. This isn’t out true – make that our permanent – home. We’re not there yet.

    I’d like living in a world where Americans can be Christians *and* feel comfortable living here. Not just Americans: Tanzanians, Siberians, You-name-it-ians. Everybody. And where all people didn’t live in ‘America clones,’ cultures modeled on ours.

    The world I live in isn’t like that. Not even close, particularly in some places. But I think it’s something to work for. Patiently and persistently. *Very* patiently and persistently.

    I feel a bit more ‘at home’ in America, now that I’m a Catholic living in a land that emphatically does not mesh well with what I believe. My wife pointed out that growing up in the 1960s might explain much of that. ‘Bucking the system’ is familiar – reassuringly. Odd.

    Now, unabashed self-promotion. I’ve talked about dual citizenship and goals off and on – including May, last year: “Acting Like Truth Matters” > Dual Citizenship

    1. Thanks! Yes I do appreciate the dial citizenship theme in your work! And I hope this moment may help us take a second look at the way we’ve been going about our political debates. A good time to realign our hearts.

  2. Over and over again, you’re words – so eloquently written – give voice to the unspoken staccato of thoughts in my mind.

    The 3 bullet points in the center of your post are what I strain to listen for as I go through my days. I find that any evidence of them is fuel for the flame of hope that resides in my core.

    Grace and Peace,

    1. Grace and peace to you too, my friend! Your last sentence says it all. Many of us are desperately searching for them in ourselves and others! So grateful for what you’ve taught me about each one of them.

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