*BEWARE: those who know me, you might die of laughter from all our inside jokes XD*
*ATTENTION: sorry guys, but I am not a Harry Potter fan so please stop inviting me to H.P. groups! same with the Hunger Games. thanks :)*
Here's my profile :) I will probly never see some of you and some of you will probly never see me, but here you are :) reading my profile. People normally talk about them and what they are doing, what they like, what they hate, their hobbies, those X the box if you did something that was embarassing (like gum falling out of you mouth when talking), reasons why to join the Dark Side,... which is fine, pretty much normal. but this won't be normal. Becuase I'm not normal, but then again, no one is normal. every one of us is unique, right? I'm not like you and thank goodness you aren't like me. creepy thought.
But, you're still here. So I am guessing that you wanna know something about me. either that or you are bored out of your brains looking for something to do. well, here's something to chew on.
Popai said, I am what I am.
But what did he mean? I mean, am I time + matter + chance, a primortial goo, a universal glue in this heartless dance?
Am I what do? or do not do?
A good (girl) who cleans (her) room, walks in moral purity, disguising ethical hyprocrisy and fancying religeous superiority?
Am I the clothes I wear? The school I attend? My family heritage? The things I comprehend?
All which could go up in a flame?
Which begs the question. What would be left of my name?
Am I lower class? or upper class? My favorite sport? or my empty flask? am I a liar? a cheat? a clown with big feet?
Am I the collision of descisions? The mixture of personal conditions?
Or am I an american? a democrat? a free thinker? a tree hugger? a moralist? a capitolist? a materielist? an individualist?
There are endless numbers of I Am succombers, whose identities attapt like freshmen newcomers.
What if I am not what I think I am? Not as I can and not where I stand? What if personel discovery doesn't come from searching me? what if a man on transfiguration transfers his rights, creating identity, from on heights? What if a man on a tree proclaims that I am free, setting his identity on a wretched (girl) like me?
Who am I? I'll tell you who I am.
I am who He says I am.
A sinnner. Saved by Grace. Unchained from this idolitrous embrace. I am rinsed by blood, saved from the flood, royal by heavenly decree. chosen by divine mystery. Pardoned as if I always obeyed, cleared as if i always stayed dead, killed, delivered, set apart, regernate with a new heart, given a completely new start.
I have been transferred into a new family. Thanks to this Son who exemplified humility, being set apart, commisioned with grave responsibility proclaiming the Gospel to those in a need of a new identity.
Ah yes, I am a new creature! With a new identity to feature.
Vulnerable, dependent, depraved. ignoring Him most days in which I terribly misbehave. But worried?
I am not.
As God, the Son on calvary fought to justify and adopt. By His own blood he has now bought. And this new vision I now have cought.
Though the world may claim my identity, suggesting their need to clarify me, the Father has set his affections eternally, grafting me into His Son's identity.
Christ's Righteousness Is Transfered To Me, when I believed His act on Calvary.
I am no longer guilty of sin because the Father crushed His own kin. As time passes, I understand more fully that this story has made me Holy.
If you are confused, let me simply proclaim it's not about you, me, or your self proclaimed identity.
It's about a person, His work, and His fame.
Alas, rejoice! For Popai was in grave error! Our burden is dead. In Christ there is no terror because Christ has perfectly our sin beared, holy union.
There is nothing in life more rarer. He let us swim, basking in God's glory! flailing around as children in the Ultimate Love Story! Breathing in and out His rejubilating peace!
Freedom at last! I am now what I'll always be, United to He. And blessed with heavenly identity.
(from: https://vimeo.com/50790739)
This is me. This is who I am and forevermore shall be! I fell from Grace, but He has lifted me up and holds me close, forgetting how I had wronged Him, insulted Him, spat in His face. All I feel is Love and Peace, rich and perfect Love and rich and perfect Peace that only comes from Him. Rejoice! For He loves a wretched sinner like you and me.
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