Is it in a building, a person, a credit card, a location, a wardrobe or a philosophical teaching?
I see a Christ that cries for his servants to realize that true identity is only found and held in Him. In his wounds that bled on Calvary. In his blood that was shed for our filth.
It is at the foot of His cross that we find our identity. It is there that we see the savior, hanging lifeless for all of mankind. It is there, at the foot of his cross that we loose all that we are and gain all that He wants us to become.
Let us not loose focus on who the author and finisher of our faith is. He is the Christ child, who grew up among Jews, gentiles, prostitutes and heretics. The Christ child who spoke with authority in the temple while others marveled at his wisdom and criticized him.
The child that grew up and spoke to crowds congregated in Jewish temples. The savior who rescued a harlot from being stoned.
The redemption of mankind who came into the world as a child and left as the King of Kings and Lord of Lords.
His identity was in His father and in doing the will of his father. He was no less of a savior when he established his ministry among unbelieving Jews and Pharisees. He was and always will be God incarnate.
Let us find our identity in him and in him alone.
Amen – Mariana