Alias or Identity?

Alias or Identity?When I was younger, my friends and I used to play a trick on the baristas at Starbucks. We would wait in line and order our coffee, but when they asked for a name to attach to our order we would offer an alias. We used the names of movie characters and sitcom personalities, and sometimes we’d trade names with one another. It was lame, but at the time we thought it was hilarious. There is a mischievous sort of pleasure derived from tricking someone into believing you are someone else. Yet, no matter how many Starbucks baristas call me “Michael” or “Andy,” I’m still Jonathan. That’s my name, my identity. Jonathan was given to me at birth. Jonathan is on my legal documents. Jonathan is on all my various sorts of insurance. Dig into my background and quickly you will find my true identity. Just because you claim an identity doesn’t mean that is your identity.

The same rule applies to the word “disciple.” Millions across the world would claim that identity, but I imagine if you dug into their background you’d find that a hollow claim (Mt. 7:21-23). Just because you claim an identity doesn’t mean that is your identity. You and I may claim to be disciples; that doesn’t mean we are. What does Christ find when He digs into your background? Does He find the identifying marks of a true disciple, or would He find that “disciple” is just an alias you use on Sundays?”

I Walked The Path

I Walked The PathI walked the path of suffering — I thought I was alone;
But soon I learned that others had heartaches like my own.
A legion come to join me — An understanding throng:
To share and bear our burdens — Heal suffering with song.

I found courage in their handclasp — I found patience in their calm;
I found hope in faith’s assurance — I found healing in their balm.
I’m not alone in suffering — I’m not alone in tears;
For those who weep with those who weep can wipe away my tears.

And too, when sore affliction comes — A dreary, rainy day;
I look inside my heart and find rich blessings stored away.
I take them from a treasure chest — And count them o’er and o’er;
I think how good God’s been — Why don’t we trust Him more?

If all were sun and sunshine — If clouds would never weep;
Would little flowers lift their heads — Would sowers ever reap?
The valleys down below us, but emphasize the heights;
Low-hanging clouds about us are pierced with shafts of light.

If sickness never hindered, and pain ne’er wracked our frame;
Would days of health be cherished, if suffering never came?
In deeps of life’s great ocean, may suffering be pearled;
And in the days of reck’ning be a gem of heaven’s world.

(A.C. Williams)

What Are We Looking For?

What Are We Looking For?They were looking for a lion; He came as a Lamb…
And they missed Him.

They were looking for a warrior; He came as a Peacemaker…
And they missed Him.

They were looking for a king; He came as a Servant…
And they missed Him.

They were looking for liberation from Rome; He submitted to the Roman cross…
And they missed Him.

They were looking for a fit to their mold; He was the mold maker…
And they missed Him.

They were looking for their temporal needs to be met; He came to meet their eternal need…
And they missed Him.

He came as a Lamb to be sacrificed for our sin…
Will we miss Him?

He came to make peace between God and man…Have we missed Him?

He came to model servanthood for all mankind…
Have we missed Him?

He came that we might have true liberty.
Have we missed Him?

He came to give us eternal life….
Have we missed Him?