tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400340423678181828.post7535868834634602848..comments2023-10-04T18:01:43.464-05:00Comments on Dads Teach the Bible: In ChristMike Cunninghamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05971102076711413290noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8400340423678181828.post-56741658602516072752015-03-30T15:55:38.123-05:002015-03-30T15:55:38.123-05:00Identity. Is it possible to be human and not stru...Identity. Is it possible to be human and not struggle with that issue? Someone more theological than I would need to vote on this, but I think I sense that in Genesis 3. From being one perfect union, all of a sudden Adam and Eve were ashamed and needed to hide. We've been hiding ever since.<br /><br />On the human level those who deal with the grieving say identity is upended for any kind of grief. Some types are more easily seen than others, a spouse for example. <br /><br />I was a bit blindsided to realize last week that I am in a full blown major identity crisis.Of course some of it is obvious; the other half of my flesh has been torn out and taken away. In reality I'm less than even half of who I was.<br /><br />But another dimension I suppose is raised in this post, and I need to think about it for a while. What we believed God had called us to when He moved us to Colorado to immerse in the ministry He had for us here, He called us together. He gave us our house to use together, complementing each other in the use of it. She was an essential part of the overseas work God had called us to. And we both had that sense. Without her, I can't begin to do what we did, what we were both loving and fulfilled to do.<br /><br />So where does that leave me? Well, rejoicing greatly in her blood-bought ticket into glory with Christ for the rest of eternity. And I weep over that frequently.<br /><br />But the sense of loss is physical, emotional and spiritual. Thankfully I cannot "feel" the real impact of that. But the implications continue to crash around me. I just moved the printer out of her office to mine so it would be easier to use. And wept the whole way. One friend calls that "being ambushed." I am ambushed often, daily, often several times.<br /><br />So,what about my identity in Christ? Do I feel I need to please Him to be accepted? Not as far as my deceptive heart can tell. But I desperately WANT to please Him, in my grieving, my relating to my family, and eventually in what He wants me to give the rest of my life to. I remember often, and remind my family, that we don't hold on to Him; He holds us.... John 10:27-29.chuckhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04631165961382647198noreply@blogger.com