In some of the places where we live, we are known simply because we stand out in that culture. It could be our skin color, style of dress, accent, or economic status. Our differences make us noticeable, so much so, we often feel like fish in a fishbowl.

Then one day (sometimes years after living in our new culture), we find ourselves walking in the market or on the streets of the city, and we are stopped by someone who knows our name. We’re seen. We’re recognized. And not because we stand out but because we are known. Joy rushes over us at the pleasure of being known so we run to tell others about the encounter (even if only in a prayer letter to our supporters). 

It reminds me of the Samaritan woman in John 4, who after her encounter with Jesus, runs to her village and tells everyone, “Come, see a man who told me everything I ever did. Could this be the Messiah?” Not only was she seen and recognized, but she was known. And she was known by the Messiah. No wonder she left her jar at the well and ran to tell others about her encounter!

Our desire to be known is a normal part of human nature. Being known helps us feel significant and loved. Honestly, it just feels plain good when people know who we are. But how much better to have an omniscient God who knows us (from our deepest desires to our secret sins)? Because no matter how well someone in our host culture knows us, the cultural and language differences may hinder us from ever feeling truly known. And our cross-cultural life transforms us in such a way that we may never again feel truly known by those in our passport culture. The feeling of being fully known is only found in our all-knowing, accepting, loving Father. 

Take time to sit with Him today and absorb the warmth of being fully and truly known (and loved) by our Father. He sees you, and He knows you.