A conversation at work the other day got me thinking about something: identity. I won't go into the conversation at work, primarily because if I'm going to invest time writing about it, it should probably be in a context and format that will be usable there.
But I was thinking about our self-perception of our identity, and how it has such a big impact on what we do, what we think, who we are. If I am a big fan of a football team that lost this week, I am going to be grumpy. Why? Not just because I like them, but because "I am a USC fan." If I define who I am by the fact that I live in a nice big house in southern LA, my whole person might as well be blown away in Katrina's wake.
That's how ethnic conflict works, in large part, if I understand it. "I am a Hutu." That is the defining element about me that is more important than anything else in the world. Other possibilities? I am a Muslim. I am a Southerner. I am Presbyterian. I am a skier. I am a mother. I am single. I am an accountant. I am a duck.
Okay, hopefully none of you are thinking that last one.
The Bible has a lot to say about who we really are, and this is what the Christian ought to be consulting in order to develop his or her ultimate sense of identity. I don't care what others do or say, I am a child of God. I won't listen to what my emotions are telling me, because the truth is that I am hidden in the cleft of the Rock of Ages. I am a sinner saved by grace. I am bound through Christ to his body of believers.
And right now, I am going home! Have a nice weekend, friends!