Identity
In a close self-examination I find that I feel the most anxious, angry or depressed
when my identity is challenged. As I reflect on my own ravenous consumption of
the apparent gifts of my efforts, I find at times that the vent of my aggressive
defense of who I am, was actually a war against the reminder of who I should be.
This can at times find its way to a self-righteous scourging toward the challenger,
who in retrospect, may have been designed to change me for the better.
One of the things I find fascinating when doing Old Testament…