Okay, so I have a confession.
I'm a sucker for those "Find out which...you are" that are popping up all over Facebook like bunnies have been mating or something. To date, I've discovered I'm Mary from "Downton Abbey," Galadriel from The Lord of the Rings, my 'spirit animal' is a hawk, I have a creative brain, I should have been a professor, am a lily (really?), and, Biblically, am Hannah. And those are just the ones I can remember. I'm pretty sure there are more I've taken and promptly forgotten...maybe because the results annoyed me. Though being a lily didn't exactly please me, now that I'm thinking of it.
Find out who I am in five or nine or even fifteen questions?
It's a ridiculous pursuit, when you think about it.
Sure, I like discovering I'm Galadriel. I am all wise like that, you know.
It didn't take a silly quiz to tell me I have a creative brain or probably should have been a professor (or teacher!).
And yes, of course all these silly quizzes tell me (and you) that I waste FAR too much time on Facebook, and that I just can't stand not to get the right answer on tests, no matter how dumb or unimportant those tests are.
But here's the thing, even as I'm taking them, I'm also standing behind myself saying, "You know the truth."
I do. I know the truth. I know that who I am will never be discovered in a test one can find on the internet. Or even one can find in the pages of a psychology book.
Years ago, when I was a student at Regent College (the seminary in Vancouver, BC I was privileged to attend), I was in a community group where we were asked to share our stories. A young, newly married couple spent most of their time talking about a renown Psychology test (a test you'd recognize) that they'd taken that had been the reason they'd married. It defined them, it was their story. Our group leader (whose name you'd also recognize) finally interrupted them. He's a quiet man, not in the habit of interrupting people, but it was like he'd sat on his hands and his heart long enough.
"Tell us about YOU," he said, with as much force as I ever heard in his voice.
These young people (scientists in their pre-Regent days) looked at him in bewilderment.
"What is YOUR story. Who are you?
It was an awkward afternoon because they didn't know how to tell their story without the aid of external psychological definitions.
Human definitions, I might say.
I do say, as a matter of fact.
We each have our own stories.
It would be easy to go immediately to "We are each made in the Image of God."
But what does that mean in your life? Who are YOU? How has He created YOU in His image? What is your story?
That's the thing worth talking about.
I'm not Galadriel.
And this blog is my way of being me.