I find it interesting that many times our identity is tied in to our job or title. Many people look at me as a pastor. That is my calling, that is my occupation but it is not my identity. I am reminded of this especially during the holidays when I am with family and they know me as for who I really am. To them I am a son, brother, husband, father, grandfather or uncle who works as a pastor.
My occupation is a clergyman. I hope my identity is that of a servant. Jesus said, "You can tell what they are by what they do." Matthew 7:16 CEV. Who are you?
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As I sat patiently watching a train pass I noticed that the majority of the cars had been “tagged” with graffiti. I began wondering why we humans feel so strongly that we must leave our mark on this world. What I came up with is it is because we need to let people know we were here.
Walking through a grave yard I noticed the dates on a tombstone; 1927-1990. For many the mark we leave is the dash between two dates.
Maybe that is what this blog is about . . . leaving my mark somehow.
Walking through a grave yard I noticed the dates on a tombstone; 1927-1990. For many the mark we leave is the dash between two dates.
Maybe that is what this blog is about . . . leaving my mark somehow.
Friday, December 18, 2009
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