I was not expecting this, but some profound insight came to me while watching the cartoon movie Rise of the Guardians over the weekend. Jack Frost doesn’t know who he is, just that he is called to do something or be something. So Santa Claus confronts him with that question: “Who are you?”
Never an easy question.
Santa points to a stack of nesting dolls, all with different caricatures of him: jolly, intimidating, etc. The nesting doll at the center was a little wide-eyed baby Santa. Santa points out that at his core that is who he is, a wide-eyed child filled with wonder. His task in this world…his purpose…is to bring that sense of wonder to every boy and girl.
What is at your center? Who are you really? Are you feeling trapped by the box that you’ve put yourself in? Is the stone of people-pleasing tied to your ankle as you swim?
Today, celebrate who you are…don’t apologize for who you are not.
The Inescapable God
To the leader. Of David. A Psalm.
1 O LORD, you have searched me and known me.
2 You know when I sit down and when I rise up;
you discern my thoughts from far away.
3 You search out my path and my lying down,
and are acquainted with all my ways.
4 Even before a word is on my tongue,
O LORD, you know it completely.
5 You hem me in, behind and before,
and lay your hand upon me.
6 Such knowledge is too wonderful for me;
it is so high that I cannot attain it.
7 Where can I go from your spirit?
Or where can I flee from your presence?
8 If I ascend to heaven, you are there;
if I make my bed in Sheol, you are there.
9 If I take the wings of the morning
and settle at the farthest limits of the sea,
10 even there your hand shall lead me,
and your right hand shall hold me fast.
11 If I say, “Surely the darkness shall cover me,
and the light around me become night,”
12 even the darkness is not dark to you;
the night is as bright as the day,
for darkness is as light to you.
13 For it was you who formed my inward parts;
you knit me together in my mother’s womb.
14 I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made.
Wonderful are your works;
that I know very well.
15 My frame was not hidden from you,
when I was being made in secret,
intricately woven in the depths of the earth.
16 Your eyes beheld my unformed substance.
In your book were written
all the days that were formed for me,
when none of them as yet existed.
17 How weighty to me are your thoughts, O God!
How vast is the sum of them!
18 I try to count them—they are more than the sand;
I come to the end—I am still with you.
*The Holy Bible: New Revised Standard Version. 1989 (Ps 139). Nashville: Thomas Nelson Publishers.