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The Case For Me


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, would I be guilty of the crimes of impersonating a human being or will all the charges against me be dropped, because I was found to be a child of God? Should I be cross examined or let the Cross examine me? 

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