I am, how are you?
I am known by a list of labels: Father, Doctor, Ex-husband (which has many more labels associated, unfortunately), Son, Brother, Follower of Christ, etc. I understand the need to put a fix on who I am and what I am about. It is hard to know someone without a point of reference. We are conditioned from birth to hear and accept these labels, wether good or bad. We are a boy or girl. We are a good eater, bad sleeper, average growth, and developmental ahead individual. We do well in school, fight with anyone, hard worker, jock, freak, slut, prude…. These labels attach to our soul like a fungus, invading our heart and mind with a fetid stink of rot. Because even when positive or desirable, they become a sign we wear around our neck. It serves the purpose of identifiers, but it blocks the light. I am not saying those are valuable or even evil. I am saying that if it becomes something that separates us from the light and Light, it begins to crumble us. The labels become more important than the journey.
For the longest time, I have listened intently to the labels. I absorb what is said. I hear the words, and automatically assume them to be true. Sometimes, they are. Sometimes, they are ones I cherish being. I revel in that name. Sometimes, they are not real and not helpful in growing into the Light. Unfortunately, I am not conditioned to reject the labels. I absorb them. They are a corrosive thread in the fabric of life.
I am talking about identity. I have gathered my identity from these labels. I add them up and believe the sum is what makes me unique. I can work to release a label, or ignore it. I can claim it and celebrate it. Unfortunately, none of them are real. The labels are addendums to who we are. They are given to us by humans. Once it becomes the primary sense of self, we have abandoned the Love of God. We have created an idol out of a list of words. Our true identity is the God Spark that was breathed into us. It is what God says we are and dreams we will become. When our identity comes from God first, the labels become choices.