my people

a few years ago my sister & her husband gave us a cd with songs by african artists.  the cd is long since lost, but one song stuck in our heads and we youtube it often.  it's La Femme Sans Haine (the woman without hatred) by ismael lo, from senegal.
there are a few lines that just get me.

ce que tu n'as pas defendu par les armes (that which you don't defend with arms)
ne croix pas le garder avec des larmes (don't believe you can keep with tears)
...
je m'en vais ou mon peuple va. (i am going where my people go.)

usually it's the first two lines that really make me think.  but patrick was playing this the other day when i was cleaning, and it made me wonder - who are my people? 
i don't have a tribe.  my family definitely counts, but i feel like my people should be bigger than that.

and then the obvious hit me.
christians.  these are my people.

in zambia.  in nova scotia.  in ontario. old.  young. dead.  living.  rich.  poor.
sinners, forgiven.
these are my people.


je m'en vais ou mon peuple va.
je m'en vais ou mon peuple va.

Revelation 5:9 - And they sang a new song, saying,"Worthy are you ... for you were slain, and by your blood you ransomed people for God from every tribe and language and people and nation.