From the Archives: The Destruction of Identity

I posted this for school last year when studying the book of Zephaniah. I hope you enjoy it! :)


"I think the message hidden deep behind the lines of Zephaniah or any other book that speaks about God’s judgment is so simple that we seem to miss it in our attempt to figure out when things were or will be fulfilled. Destruction and judgment come through a misunderstanding of who God is, and who we are. They come through a misunderstanding of identity.

We see judgment coming for both Israel and those who have oppressed or are going to oppress Israel. Why? Because they’ve turned away from the Lord. They seek idols, and worship the stars, all the while claiming the name of God, all the while claiming to love and serve Him. They pervert justice and do what’s wrong in the sight of the Lord. Basically, they place their identity in everything but God. They’ve chosen something and someone else to define who they are, what they’re worth, and what they’re supposed to do. That’s where the biggest problem lies: They’ve chosen to belong to someone else. They’ve chosen a different identity, one that’s not defined by God.

And God’s call through the prophet Zephaniah is clear. It’s a call to look to the Lord once more, to seek Him and live according to His standard. To place their identity back in Him:

“Seek the Lord, all you humble of the land, who do his commands; seek righteousness, seek humility; perhaps you may be hidden on the day of the Lord’s wrath.” – Zeph. 2:3

It’s a simple call. It’s a call that has the reader and obeyer’s best interest in mind: that they might live. That they would miss the wrath instead of receiving it full on. It’s a call to repent and renounce the identity in other things, the identity that is driven by sin. Not only this, but God promises that He will bring about this switching of identity, He will save those who humble themselves before Him, those who seek righteousness instead of seeking idols and personal gain. He promises that His people will be found in Him, that they will be brought home, and He will rejoice over them, fight for them, protect them, and love them forever. He gives hope, He gives a way to escape the wrath of God. It takes faith. And it takes the laying down of things that you love, yet are wrong, and the placing of your entire being, worth, and world in the hands of God. It’s about being found in Him.

So I don’t know if I’ve made sense in this blog post. I hope I have. And to try and emphasize my point and bring it into a contemporary light, I’ve chosen a part of the following song to explain a little bit more of everything I’m trying to say…

“How do I gauge success, Why do I say I’m blessed, Huh?

Is it the car that I drive or the place that I rest or the way that I dress, now?

Is the cause of my pride,the stage and the set or my face in the press, now?

Cause the applause it dies

When the praise is less if my face is depressed, then

It’s cause my value and worth is in the volume of the work I produce in the booth

It’s a prize and a curse if defined by the perks when the truth is through

Man I’m goin’ feel like I don’t want to live no more, no more, no more

Cause they don’t like me like they did in 04,04,04

So, I swallow my pride empowered by God, I’m complete in Him

He’s got peace God’s priest I’m in

In His presence weak-His strength

Meet His kin We His brethren

Read this list:

Me forgiven, He’s dismissed guilt and my sin, and I find my worth cause I’m Jesus’ friend

[ Chorus ] I’m not the shoes I wear, I’m not the clothes I buy

I’m am not the house I live in, I’m not the car I drive, I’m not the job I work,

You can’t define my worth by nothing on God’s green earth, my identity is found in Christ.”

- Identity, by Lecrae -

Without a solid identity, we have nothing. With it we gain everything, the best things, including God and eternity."

The Hope of the "Unhinged"

It's been a long time! Honestly, I'm just posting this because I don't want this blog to go inactive. So it's a post that some or maybe all of you have already read, but if you haven't I hope you enjoy it. :)

  There are moments in my job when I not only feel, but also know God is working in my heart through the work He’s doing in the lives of those around me. 

  In many ways I am like, very much like, one of my favorite Jane Austen heroines: Elinor Dashwood (Sense & Sensibility). Yes, our first names are similar, but that is not where the similarity is found. I would never claim to be as wise as Elinor, but like her, I don’t enjoy, thrive in, or find comfort in showing emotion, unless it’s positive emotion and isn’t at all personal. I hide many of my emotions, and not because I’m a mental case or in need of some great help, but because in many ways that’s how I’m wired. I can be crazy, I can be sad, I can be excited...but in general it’s nothing very extreme to watch-in public anyway. 

  Last week I found, for the first time, that grading someone else’s homework can be a very emotional process. For the first time in my life I cried over one small written paragraph. That paragraph will follow me for the rest of my life. It was simple. It wasn’t something huge, but it was something that revealed a much bigger picture. Even now, when I think about it, I choke up. I was given the honor of peeping into the life, heart, mind, and soul of one of the students...and it brought me to my knees before the Lord. What picked me up, and continues to pick me up when I think about this, is hope. Why? Because in Jesus there’s always hope. 

  There are a couple things I could say about this experience and why it’s significant. One of them is that I firmly believe that if I’d read that paragraph a year ago it would not have affected me the way it did last week. I really did “loose it”. And I lost it in a good way. I became unhinged, not for myself or because of something I had done, but for the first time I really and truly became unhinged for someone else, and for something else that had absolutely nothing to do with me. I witnessed true vulnerability, and I glanced into the battle, life, and journey of another person in a way that I never did before.

  So as I say all this, the point I want to end on is this: strength is found in Jesus. This world, without Him, is doomed. Those truths sound so simple, so basic, and they’ve been so abused...but they’re true! And I find, more and more every day, that it’s the simple things that reveal the big picture. The normal, every day, monotonous happenings that we take for granted...those are the things that form us, mess with us, reveal our character, and show us our need for a saviour. 

  What’s more, I found joy, even while crying, in realizing that I am changing, that God is working on me in ways I didn’t even know He was. I stand in awe of the fact that in spite of my idea of who I am, God is still forming me into who He wants me to be. I found comfort in realizing that there are times when it’s perfectly alright to be an Elinor Dashwood and bring it all out in private. Strength is not found in never becoming unhinged, but neither is it found in being unable to keep things together and being a constant mess. Strength is found in bringing things to Jesus and allowing Him to carry them for you, give you wisdom in them, and teach you what you need to know from and about them. And I continue to be amazed at just how much life in community molds you. 

  So whoever you are, whether a mom, a dad, a wife, a husband, working, single, young, old, able or handicapped...if you’re reading this remember these truths:

Maybe it sounds corny, but you’re on your own journey...you cannot be someone else.

Your journey is a part of another persons journey, so don’t think it’s of more or less value than the person sitting next to you on the bus. 

And whatever you do: it all comes back to Jesus. It’s His story we’re proclaiming and living by. It’s His story that all of our lives point to. It’s His story that brings redemption and restoration to our mess. It’s His story that allows us to realize how lost we are. And it’s Him that gives us the chance to learn to love each other the way He loved us. 

Without Jesus, I don’t know where I’d be right now. With Jesus, I can wake up knowing I am where I should be. 

Without Jesus, “unhinged” becomes the norm. With Jesus, the norm is that even when I am unhinged, I can still stand tall and continue to function. The world does not fall apart. 

Without Jesus, there is no hope. With Jesus, the hope never ends and always picks me up. 

I am unhinged. Jesus is my hope. He stands firm when I fail.