If I dared to put everything I am under personal scrutiny, what would I find? If I stripped myself of the labels and no longer defined myself or limited my identity to my vocation or my scholarship then who would remain? Could I love that person? Could that person be loved? Could he be recognized? Somewhere along the way in my life, I allowed myself to be limited by narrow definitions, like student, teacher, preacher, employee, and soldier. Knowing all the while that such titles don't begin to define me. I even felt trapped by my own name. It was my father’s name. I spent most of my life undoing and detaching my own identity from that of my father, because of the interpretation of his own life heavily influenced that name in a negative way. I am not a name, a title or an employee. Should I be known by my income or my outcome? By my social "friend"ships or by my relationships? If I dared to put everything I think I am on trial and under oath, wo