WHO ARE YOU?

Many are trying to attack the thinking which produces that sort of mental gobbledygook, but I am not so sure that is the answer our children and grandchildren need in this hour.

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The Who, a rock band formed in 1964, released the quintessential question of existential angst—“Who Are You”—in 1978.

Before that time, the question was easy to answer—I am the child of my parents and I am what I do. We have been told in the decades since, however, that we are not defined by what we do.

As a result, the angst has only increased as the question continues to haunt each generation since.

Who am I?

It is not an easy question to answer in the face of the philosophy of the world today. The past two decades—which began in the year 2000 (for those of you who might not realize)—have brought about a greater confusion than ever before.

A young person today may conclude, “A doctor made a decision that I was a boy when I was born, but I don’t feel like that is the truth.”

The only possible outcome of something like that is a greater angst than was prevalent in 1978.

Many are trying to attack the thinking which produces that sort of mental gobbledygook, but I am not so sure that is the answer our children and grandchildren need in this hour.

What is needed more than anything else right now is a constant bombardment and repetition of the truth. We need to be able to speak the truth of who we are and who are our children are.

What is that truth?

Of course, in the realm of gender-confusion, there is no real problem—except for that which we may allow our children to hear and absorb from other authorities in their life. We can easily tell them what gender they are.

But, what about the existential reality of “Who am I?”

If it is not about what you do, then what?

I find it fascinating that our modern musical artists are grappling with this.

NEEDTOBREATHE, a Christian rock group has released a partial answer in their hit song, “Who Am I?” For them, they cannot understand why God loves them in spite of their screw-ups.

Sometimes my bad decisions
Define my false suspicions

Casting Crowns, another Christian group has taken the question and answered it from a different angle—“I am yours.” We all belong to the Father.

I am a flower quickly fading
Here today and gone tomorrow
A wave tossed in the ocean
A vapor in the wind
Still You hear me when I'm calling
Lord, You catch me when I'm falling
You've told me who I am
I am Yours

Jessica Andrews, a country singer, takes us back to the reality of our understanding before all the strange philosophies began to cloud our understanding.

Messed up, screwed up or standing up, she knows who she is, and we can all adapt her position.

So when I make big mistake
When I fall flat on my face
I know I'll be alright
Should my tender heart be broken
I will cry those teardrops knowin'
I will be just fine
'Cause nothin' changes who I am
I am Rosemary's granddaughter
The spitting image of my father
And when the day is done
My momma's still my biggest fan
Sometimes I'm clueless and I'm clumsy
But I've got friends who love me
And they know just where I stand
It's all a part of me
And that's who I am
I'm a saint and I'm a sinner
I'm a loser, I'm a winner
I'm am steady and unstable
I am young but I'm able

She’s a granddaughter, the spitting image of her father, and her momma loves her.

So, forget trying to tangle with the gobbledygook of the modern mush-brain.

You are a child of God, made in His image and you are loved by Him.