When someone asks you what you are, what is your ready answer?
If your career features prominently, you might say,
“Well, I’m a _( fill in the blank with the appropriate work description).
If you are a spouse and/or a parent, it will surely be one of the first things that springs to mind.
If you have a hobby you are particularly passionate about, you could expound on yourself in that area.
Or, in that vein, if you have an accomplishment you are especially proud of, that may top your list.
And if you don’t have any of those things, or even if you do but struggle with the spector of bygone times, you might just label yourself by your failures!
I have some experience there, to say the least. 🙂
But, all that to say, which of us identify ourselves first as His?
Oh, many of us indeed identify ourselves as Christians!
But, is it something deeper than a mere word, something stronger than the rest of those worldly trappings?
Something we go to first?
I can only speak to my own tendencies here, but, when asked, I admit, unless it’s a spiritual conversation to begin with, I don’t always think to identify myself in terms of Christ first.
I can get caught up quite easily in the monikers of this temporal existence with the best of them:
Wife. Mom. Author. Baker. Youth leader.
Not bad things, mind you. Just…things.
But, if we want to go negative with it…
On a particularly tough day, it might be:
Abused. Abandoned. Unable. Screw-up. Filthy Loser.
Allowing the shadows of life- past and present, positive and shameful-to engulf me over the shadow of the cross.
Forgetting the forgiveness therein, the redemption that wipes out what I was, and the truth that dispels every lie the enemy has fed me.
I have said this in previous works in the blogging world, and the echo calls to me still. So… I’ll say it again for friends new and old:
That truth I refer to?
It’s that, in Him, I’m not that girl anymore!
Instead, He has called me chosen.
A royal priesthood.
God’s own possession! (1 Peter 2:9)
When I don’t let that be what I identify as, it leaves me vulnerable to the pointing fingers of the past.
As well as to the world’s generic labels of the present that while a part of me do not encompass the core or begin to describe what’s to be most important.
And, oh, what I miss out on when I neglect my true identity!
It’s like living as a pauper when I am the King’s daughter!
Lord, help me remember my identity in you. Help us all!