I’ve been challenged this week to ensure that I really know my true identity, not just think I know my true identity. I have several conflicting identities which swim around in my head: tall, bald, Scotsman, married to Amanda and father of three; servant of the Lord as biblical preacher, teacher, leader; struggling often failing administrator (that’s the one which is often dominant); kind and gentle personality but lacking in wise authority; child of God adopted by Christ and made righteous, holy and clean. Guess which one I think I know but often don’t really know? The only one which really matters. My identity nin Christ.
A couple years ago I used to meditate each morning on one of the 25 benefits of faith union in Christ. I have never been so sure and confident of my true identity as those days. The meditations leave their mark on my thinking. The benefits are indelible, but like all inks, they fade and need refreshing.