Not Belonging

 The world stares at you like you’re out of place.

Like you don’t fit.

Like you’re speaking a language they’ve never heard.

And they’re right.

You don’t belong here.

Not in the way they want you to.

Not in the way they wish you would.

Because something inside you refuses to kneel.

Something inside you won’t bow to the golden calf of comfort,

won’t swallow the lies they call truth,

won’t laugh along with their empty jokes.

You try.

God knows you’ve tried.

Tried to soften your edges.

Tried to dim your light just enough to blend in.

Tried to quiet the fire in your bones.

But it never works, does it?

Because every time you compromise,

every time you play along,

something in you aches like a wound that won’t heal.

That’s not guilt.

That’s not shame.

That’s eternity whispering inside you,

reminding you that you were never meant to bow

to something that will one day burn.

You were never meant to fit into a world

that is passing away.

They don’t hate you because of you.

They hate you because of Him.

Because the Spirit inside you

testifies against the death inside them.

Because the holiness in you

rubs their sin raw.

Because you are proof

that they will one day stand before a throne

and give an account for every careless word,

every bitter thought,

every time they clenched their fists at heaven

and swore they were their own god.

They hated Him first.

The King of Kings walked this earth,

and they did not recognize Him.

They spit in the face of their own Maker,

mocked the hands that knit them together in the womb,

drove nails into the flesh that came to save them.

And still, He whispered,

"Father, forgive them."

That’s your King.

And you are His.

You will never fit in,

because He didn’t.

You will never be accepted,

because He wasn’t.

You will never belong,

because He walked this earth

with the weight of another kingdom on His shoulders.

So let them mock you.

Let them misunderstand you.

Let them call you extreme,

fanatical,

too serious,

too intense.

Because the day is coming

when the sky will split,

when graves will break open,

when the mountains will bow

and the oceans will roar His name.

And on that day,

they will remember every word you spoke,

every truth you stood on,

every time they laughed at you for believing

that this world was never your home.

Hold the line.

Run the race.

Fight the fight.

Because when that trumpet sounds,

you will finally see—

you were never meant to belong here.

You were meant to reign.