Growing up in the 60’s we all wanted to be astronauts, but we’ve not really been to the moon. Many of you know the story of my trying to “launch” my brother Steve into orbit by tying two car inner tubes to a couple of elm trees and a couple of us pulling him back to the porch “launch platform.” As he clutched his knees, we began the countdown that would propel him between the trees, over the dirt road, soaring over the 3 strand barbed wire fence to land safely in the freshly plowed field. We had thought this through, discussed it at length, and decided that he being smaller than the rest of us gave him the aerodynamic advantage over us all.
Just as we counted down to zero, having moved past the point of no return, I took a step that landed on his foot. Unfortunately, I was standing on it when we let go. He was launched about 4.5 feet forward, but he wasn’t much over 4 foot tall. Severely dislocating his ankle, the mission ended in failure. I was blamed for the injury without ever having received credit for saving his life. Steve is no astronaut.
Who are you? It is an important question and not one that you should answer by giving your name.
“Who are you” is not answered by names, where you went to school, who you grew up with, or sending a DNA sample to some AncestryDNA company.
Who you are is defined by your thinking and actions, the choices you make. Now, don’t fall into the trap of making idealized claims in places where you have no real world experience. You aren’t a writer just because you jotted a few notes for an unwritten novel. You can’t claim to be a painter because you have a half finished “paint by numbers” velvet clown painting in the closet.
Who you are is defined in calm and in crisis based on your thinking and actions. God’s people do things God’s way when it is easy and when it is difficult.
A few trips to Sunday school doesn’t make you any more qualified to be a Christian than Steve’s astronaut experience resulted in a call from NASA.