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Human beings are pretty complex. Different people can meet the same person under
different circumstances and come away with completely different ideas about
what he or she is really like. Even when
the same two people are interacting, sometimes one (or both) of them will be
“different” than they usually are. I’m
talking about what we would consider basic personality traits—kind, mean, considerate,
selfish, grumpy, etc. It made me ask the
question that would ultimately come to anyone’s mind: Who am I…really?
NOTES
I was thinking of a couple of people
that I met and interacted with for a while.
One had some personality traits that could be—I hate to say
it—annoying. That one was a bit “high
maintenance”. The other was undemanding
and, in general, easier to deal with.
That’s what you noticed at first glance; but when their circumstances
were stressful, what you saw was different.
In that place, the high-maintenance one was unselfish and loving. The easy-going one was actually difficult
and, at times, unkind.
Who were they, really? Do stress and age and difficulty change who
we are? Or do they reveal who we
are? Do we mask the “real” person with
the opposite—the “who we want to be”—until stress takes over? Or are we actually both persons? If I am, indeed, both, how do I ensure that
the desirable one is the one revealed in my old age or in those difficult
times? The thought is frightening. I want to be loving, kind, considerate, and
unselfish. Will I be that? Or will I be demanding and self-absorbed?
They say that the real you is exposed
when you’re at the end of your rope. I’m
starting to believe that, if I’m different in those circumstances, it’s not the
“real” me that’s revealed but the “other” me.
The fallen me is that demanding and self-absorbed person; but the
redeemed me is like Him: loving, kind, considerate,
and unselfish.
The question is not “Who am I, really?” The question is whether I will, in the power
of the Spirit, exhibit the identity I have in Him. If I will do that, I need not fear showing
who I am.
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