Born from the Levite tribe. Initially nurtured by your Mum but then handed over to be trained in Egyptian royalty. You’re already a man out of place. You’re don’t belong to the people you’re surrounded by. Then when you go to your own people, your effort to support their cause is dismissed with a retort about being a murderer.
An outcast from your own people, a fugitive from your adopted people.
A man out of place.
Helping out some women being bullied sees you welcomed by their tribe. From a Hebrew, to an Egyptian, now you’re among the Midianites. You’re among them, and welcomed by them, but you’re no more a part of them than you were an Egyptian. You mark the occasion by naming your son Gershom – a foreigner in a foreign land.
A man out of place.
So much to work out in terms of identity. So far from your home people. So far from anything that was home. Having to start all over again.
Sometimes, however, it is the man out of place that can be just the man in place to be used by God. Not that you experience it at the time. Not that your thoughts are that way inclined. Maybe the time as a legal alien dims any light of hope you had for your people. Maybe that sense of not fitting in lets any desire to contribute slowly die away.
Maybe that is the lot for the who feels out of place.
That does not have to be the end of the story – however challenging that story has been to this point.
It is a position to appreciate as the prelude for the encounter …
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For His Name’s Sake
Shalom
C. L. J. Dryden
Life With CD 
Hallelujah Amen