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Devotional

Permanent Identity in a Changing World

by BARBARA KINDSCHI IDENTITY Connecting with nationals
Permanent Identity in a Changing World
  • by BARBARA KINDSCHI
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“There is neither Jew nor Greek, slave nor free, male nor female, for you are all one in Christ Jesus.”
Galatians 3:28

We call my husband the-lost-luggage-man. 


I have the foreign teacher who can tell jokes in Chinese! 


I’m just the-mother-of-only-one-child. 


That student has helped our department win the sports meet every year. 


Please come to our neighborhood party. You make everyone laugh. 


Is that the teacher who corrected the dean’s English at a staff meeting?


Is there any permanence in these identities? Life could bring so many different twists and turns to each of these people. Some changes will make these current identities laughable and others tragic. The young athlete who made his department proud may go on to become a famous coach or be struck with a debilitating disease. The-life-of-the-party may become the-inappropriate-foreigner if he moves to another country and learns that humor is very, very culturally based. The insensitive English teacher may be shamed by his former reputation only to recall the incident with chagrin. The mom of one could go on to have a family of five. 


For believers, no matter how many temporary titles may be used about us, they are not used by God to define us. John Piper has written, “Christian selfhood…is defined in terms…of what God does to us and the relationship he creates…Our identity is for the sake of making known his identity.” It’s not about our language or athletic skill, number of children, or inability to control our tongue. Paul makes it very basic. “…there is neither Jew nor Greek, slave nor free, male nor female, you are all one in Christ Jesus.” Co-heirs with Christ! Blessed with every spiritual blessing! Part of His body! 


I think that just like we have short- and long-term memory, we also have short- and long-term identities. Living outside our passport countries, being the different one in the neighborhood – goodness, identities abound. Beyond the-Canadian-lady there’s the-teacher-who-comes-home-at-11 or the-one-whose-baby-was-sick. The words can fit, be untrue, or just be confusing. Let’s hold them loosely. Sometimes with tears and sometimes with laughter. 


But our identity in Christ is not just long-term – it’s permanent. It’s a gift. We are His children with an identity that cannot be stolen. 


Closing Prayer
Oh God, I’m like the people that Paul wrote to wondering why they so quickly forgot who they are in you. The world is full of people wondering about their identity, how they want to be addressed or seen. I can look down on that, but really, I want to be seen a certain way. Forgive me for when it is so far from what you want. Help me know when to laugh over misunderstandings about how my neighbors see me. Help me know when to cry when I or my brothers and sisters are misinterpreted or even slandered. Thank you that no one can steal my identity in you. Amen.
Resources
Article: Identity Theft Began in the Garden of Eden by Gary Selman Written for business people but insightful for anyone. Identity theft is not new!
Article: The Incalculable Wonder of being a Christian by John Piper An inspiring short blog on what it means to be a follower of Jesus.
Question for Reflection

What are some short-term identities you have had in your country of service?

Comments
Barbara Kindschi
March 06, 2024

I do not want to make little of our identity – our permanent standing – with Jesus. I’ve just seen in myself and my teammates a tendency to take ourselves so seriously over short term ‘titles’. Too seriously. George MacDonald said, “It is the soul not yet sure of his God that cannot laugh in his presence.” I think of ways I have been described or represented that were so irritating or puzzling at the time and as I look back, I have to laugh. I once put a 20-pound load of flour on my bike and rode home unaware that the bag had the tiniest of holes. The ‘path’ to my house was the talk of our neighborhood that weekend. Now I wonder why I was so embarrassed that they laughed at this. What is serious about the-teacher-who-left-a-white-trail? I have many more such tales and I’m sure you do too. Take a minute and remember a few!