Every time I read of citizenship and having a country and a family in heaven, I think of my physical situation here in the United States. I’ve written about it before.
I doubt that this issue will be resolved soon, if ever for me. Having a place in heaven is awesome, coming from my perspective. For me, the “no longer strangers and aliens” part really, really rings true. Before really finding out what Christ’s sacrifice means, I did feel like a wanderer, or at least someone who wasn’t wanted much of anywhere in the world. When Paul talks about the previous state of the Gentiles and them being ostracized and excluded, I think I get a very small picture of what that would have been like by looking at my little identity crisis.