Malice In I Wonder Who I Am Land
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Malice in I Wonder Who I Am Land
Rediscovering Identity in a Confusing World
For years, I held a strong confidence in my personal identity. I knew who I was and felt comfortable in my own skin, although I must admit that it used to fit me better.
Recently, a series of events has shaken this confidence. I take great pride in my personal resilience, so this has been quite unsettling.
About two months ago, my credit card company informed me that their records had been hacked and my identity, along with that of a million other customers, had been stolen. They assured me that my account was safe.
It wasn't the money I was concerned about; it was my identity. How can someone steal another person's identity? More importantly, why would anyone want to?
I started wondering if I could charge a fee for someone borrowing my identity. Perhaps there's a business opportunity here?"or maybe just a cheesy idea.
If I were a wealthy, attractive tycoon, I might understand the appeal. But I've spent my life searching for money without much success. In fact, I've borrowed a dollar or two from church mice over the years. I still owe them if I ever cross paths with them again.
Honestly, if anyone can get money from my account, I wish them luck, because I can never access it myself when needed. I've even considered tracking down these identity thieves to learn their secret.
I'd pay good money for that knowledge.
For me, ATM stands for "Automatic Thief Machine" because it never gives me cash and often takes my card.
Another incident compounded my identity crisis. A few days ago, during a minor disagreement with the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage, she asked, "Who do you think you are?"
After 35 years together, it puzzled me that she wouldn't know me by now. I was equally bewildered by who she thought she was, but I kept that to myself.
This deepened my identity perplexity. While minding my own business?"which is a full-time job with part-time pay?"I bumped into an old friend. After some pleasantries, he remarked, "You don't look yourself today."
If I don't look like me, who do I look like?
I joked that someone had stolen my identity. I was surprised anyone noticed.
When someone loses their identity, where does it go? Is there a lost-and-found for such things? What if someone mistakenly picks up the wrong identity at such a place?
How do I know that hasn't happened to me? What proof do I have that I am who I claim to be?
I'm confronted with overwhelming evidence: a corporation says my identity was stolen, my wife questions who I am, and a friend says I don't look myself.
My reality check has bounced.
I admit my mind wanders occasionally, but I reject the notion that I'm absent-minded. Sometimes my mind takes a short break, but it's never absent.
This identity crisis prompted some self-reflection. Who am I really? I noted down: son, brother, uncle, husband, father, and grandfather.
Though I'm not old enough to be a grandfather, I enjoy the role. Living with a grandmother makes it wise to go with the flow.
A wonderful thought emerged amidst the clutter: I am also a child of God. This is grounded in a verse of scripture: "But as many as received him, to them gave he power to become the sons of God, even to them that believe on his name." (John 1:12 KJV)
While unsure about many things, I am confident in my relationship with God.
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