Still with me on the “pouring-out-that-with-which-you-sustain-your-own-life-to-feed-the-hungry” thing from a few blogs ago? Good. Got another thought. I’d say one more thought, but that would be risky. Anyway, here goes…
Once we are able to tap into that internal flow of life to pour out to others (the “what”), once we correctly recognize our congregation, hidden or otherwise (the “who”), it can become r-e-a-l-l-y easy to wrap ourselves in that as our identity. Here’s one way of looking at it:
I reside in farming country and I love it. I mean… I LOVE it. Our little house is in the middle of town, and I can ride my bike less than ten minutes to be with the cows. Here where I live, men wear hats for a reason, not necessarily for style. A John Deere cap isn’t something meant to be pretty, but sweaty and dirty, because it’s been on the farmer’s head in 90+degree heat with equal humidity for 12-16 hours getting the corn or milo out. Of course, they’re not the only ones that wear hats for practical reasons. The surgeon’s cap can get somewhat wet about halfway through heart surgery…on a child. The constructor worker’s hardhat has a definite purpose also, as does my bicycle helmet (also sweaty at times), as does the military helmet of the 20-year-old defending my country overseas. The point is that, foremost, a hat is meant to be functional . It speaks of what we DO. We talk about someone who “wears a lot of different hats”, who does lots of things in various areas of utility. Not only are hats for getting dirty in the line of work, we can change hats (functions and jobs, even throughout the day) without really changing ourselves.
Now a badge, on the other hand, speaks of who we ARE. A badge is meant to identify us to others. The badge I wear at work has not only my name written on it, but my position (nurse) and which buildings I am allowed to be in at my school system. There is authority that goes with it, I might add. Same with my American passport, and the sheriff’s badge even more so. The challenge with badges is that they need to be kept clean, or polished, or otherwise protected. Same with our identity. Once it gets stolen, lost, or trashed, we’re in a world of hurt.
It’s not a perfect analogy, but the truth of the matter remains: I’d better make sure my identity is secure in something (Someone) that can’t get trashed or lost or stolen from me. What I can pour out to others of myself may change as time marches relentlessly onward, but with my true identity in my Creator, I can be secure while He’s busy rearranging my hat collection for me.
Thanks again for reading….dawnlizjones
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