I Am A Vagabond Christian

Last night as our family and I were watching a Swedish movie titled “The Christmas Story” the term vagabond was used.  I had seen that word before – one of the travel blogs use it as a a name of the blog.  Somehow, the term vagabond resonated with me….
This morning I am thinking of attending Hope Chapel.  It’s hard to explain why.  I don’t think I am ready to go back there.  Feelings of stress overwhlem me just with the thought that I am going there this morning.  (And I might even back out by the time I finish this post).  I love being at Calvary Chapel South Maui.  I feel at home there.  I feel secure there.  But my husband somehow do not have the same enjoyment I feel there.  Not that he does not like it, but my guess is he misses our former church, Hope Chapel…

I guess this is the reason why I feel I am a vagabond Christian. A Christian with no permanent church.  Aside from Hope Chapel and Calvary Chapel South Maui, I also love Kumulani Chapel.  I love their Pastor Ricky Ryan (Mr. Super Encourager) and if it’s not for the distance (I know, it’s not that far, but it’s still far from us) we would probably be going there regularly and might settle there as a home church….

I am a Vagabond Christian – at least I am for the moment.  I trust God will lead us to the right church, as a family, one day.  I know where I want to be but my family is also a high priority for me, and I think it’s important to go to church as a family… One day I’ll find out where….

But in the meantime, I am a Vagabond Christian – at least for a while.  Thank God Christianity is not based on church or religion but on our relationship with Jesus Christ….

vag·a·bond (vg-bnd)


1. A person without a permanent home who moves from place to place.
2. A vagrant; a tramp.
3. A wanderer; a rover.



1. Of, relating to, or characteristic of a wanderer; nomadic.
2. Aimless; drifting.
3. Irregular in course or behavior; unpredictable.


intr.v. vag·a·bond·ed, vag·a·bond·ing, vag·a·bonds

To lead the life of a vagabond; roam about.


I attended Hope Chapel and had a wonderful time.  It’s hard to tell why I feel  stress and anxiety with the tought of going there (they are all very nice there, it’s more on my part), but I am glad I overcome it, went and had a blessed time there.  It was a very nice visit.