A lesson on Aliens

A couple weeks ago, a friend and I went and saw Super 8. I loved it; I never like sci-fi flicks, but I loved it. It wasn't trying too terribly hard to be some great sci-fi, alien rampage, end of the world insanity. It's about an alien that wants to go home (Yeah, sounds like E.T. but not, I'm aware). In fact, we never even see the alien until the movie is almost over. It's a movie about aliens that is really about the other people.


Middle School week is winding down. It's friday morning. My campers now hate my co-counselors and I I'm sure for waking them up with our rendition of rebecca black's Friday. But, today is going to be an excellent last day. I mentioned last post that there's something different down at camp. I found it: Aliens. This week's theme is Aliens. In middle school lingo it's a way to say, when we follow God, we are aliens in our culture because our home is elsewhere than Earth.


It is amazing to watch these kids work out that truth. That we are different, that we are not of this world. There's a Thrice song that gets me everytime with the words:

No point in putting roots too deep when I'm movin' on

Not settling for this unsettling town

My Heart is filled with songs of forever

A city that endures when all it made new

I know I don't belong here

I'll never call this place my home

I'm just passing through

I have roots. I have roots in this world. I have things and people and places I've rooted my hope and my trust and my faith deeply into. God is one of those things. He's even the biggest. But I still have roots in the world, because, to be completely honest, it's hard to pull all those roots out. Funny how we might just be a little like Super 8. We're just trying to get home - but, unless we pull out our roots, the world won't even see our alien side until its almost the end.