No friends, allies, tribe?

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True.  By blood, family, state, or faith, I have never been on anyone's side.  No, this isn't because I am special, for good or ill.  It was simply the truth of my walk from boy to man.  Not one race, not in a single family, not one faith, and through some divides not even of one single nation, or even two.  Do remember, Indians are each a nation unto themselves through legal strictures. 

It isn't that I am disloyal.  It isn't that I didn't want a home.  It is merely that I am what I am, who I am, and how I have become those things.  A child of God in that I have walked a walk He Himself has alluded He walked.  On the upside I have had the freedom to choose my home.  After many years at sea, looking at all of the things, places, and people I could choose, I started at the start.  God.  Both the Alpha and Omega.  I saw truth in Him.  I simply needed to see if that truth was right, enough, believable.  Quite a row to hoe with no connections or certainty. 

Reading.  The bible, and any other source that tried to put order to the matter of God.  People, radio, the occult, myth, legend, lore, all have bits of it.  Having been a seeker of these things for most of my life, that input went into the gathering.  Time was spent, effort, prayer.  First things first.  Identifying what God says He is, and deciding if I believed what He suggested, was first.  Once you see the patterns, to within your ability... then decide if you can abide that as true... if you decide it is true, then you begin to look for His pattern as a teaching.  And, so, I did.  That was my first home. After that, you begin to look for regions, of flesh, where that is more keenly lived.  And so it was.

I am still alone.  Even in my various homes.  Many are there because that is where they were born or surrendered.  That alone makes me outcast.  And yet, I think I am seen as a believer.  As faithful.  Just to God above men and our ways.  A bit of a quirk.  Again, don't blame me, or praise me.  I only had the roads that were available, the tools I was given, if all does come from God, all are not given the same.

I am no longer fearful.  I am not alone.  And while I may be wrong from time to time *cough*, God is a very gracious Father.  I am home, if sometimes, seemingly, alone.  It is I who will pray for you.  If you ever know one ounce of what I have, should you be flayed alive you won't worry.  You are always home, in any state, in any condition, at all times.  Go home.  Amen.