Yet to all who did receive him, to those who believed in his name, he gave the right to become children of God — children born not of natural descent, nor of human decision or a husband’s will, but born of God.
John 1:12-13 (NIV)
When our eldest was small, she described people according to how she observed them. A women dressed in white was “the white lady.” A man in gray was “the gray man.” While her father found it jarring, because I understood her (as only mommies do sometimes), I simply noted it as interesting. Race was foreign construct for her; she described what she saw. I found it fascinating. Later, when she began to described the world, her perspective fixed her firmly at center…people un-like her were described, with the same dispassion as her earlier descriptors, as “un-African American.” This child has always known who she was. She is secure.
When it comes to our identity in the world, it seems not to be so easy. Do you routinely describe yourself as a “peculiar person?” (I Peter 2:9 KJV) In writing about identity, I remember…
Not until I was 40 was I entirely unafraid to be me…no artifice, no pretense, thinking, praying, and then saying and doing exactly what I felt (led to say or do).
So, what happened? I finally became more interested in me from the inside out than me from the outside in. We become so distracted by how people see us, with whom people will try to identify us that I think who we are, WHOSE we are gets a little lost. We need to be secure.
When we enter into relationship with God, we’re identified, and not by what we look like. We are changed, but it’s that from the inside out thing. We are (and have always been) the face of God; the white lady, the gray man. We are flawed and frail, but made in the Perfect Image of God. We need to be secure.
It’s about time we all remembered what our firstborn got right the first time…know WHOSE you are…and a little child shall lead them…
I AM PECULIAR. I AM CHOSEN. I AM LOVED. I am frequently scared, but my Father never is. I AM SECURE in the knowledge that in an imperfect world, a perfect God loves us and abides with us through all things, and for that, I am abundantly grateful. It is a lasting reminder that God is good.