Who Does God Say that I Am?

A few weeks ago, I woke up with this scripture on my heart:

Matthew  16:13-17 NIV says:

When Jesus came to the region of Caesarea Philippi, he asked his disciples, “Who do people say the Son of Man is? They replied, “Some say John the Baptist; others say Elijah; and still others, Jeremiah or one of the prophets.” “But what about you?” he asked. “Who do you say I am?” Simon Peter answered, “You are the Messiah, the Son of the living God.” Jesus replied, “Blessed are you, Simon son of Jonah, for this was not revealed to you by flesh and blood, but by my Father in heaven.

It reminded me that if people misunderstood who Jesus was, I shouldn’t allow myself to be hurt when people misunderstand or mislabel me.  If we’re honest, the 12 disciples who walked with Jesus didn’t FULLY understand who He was while they walked with Him.  Even when Peter answered correctly, His actions later in Jesus’ earthly life (denying his acquaintance with Him on multiple occasions) showed His uncertainty about who Christ was.  When things hit the fan, those who were closest to Him weren’t 100 percent sure of who He was while He lived.  It wasn’t until after His death and resurrection that His true identity was fully accepted by them.

With that said, I can honestly say that I’ve been given titles that don’t always describe the heart of who I am.  I’ve asked, “But who do YOU say that I am?  You’ve walked with me.  You know me.  What do you think about me?”  There have been times when I have been dissatisfied with the answers given.  And that is ok.  My new question has become “Who does God say that I am?  And is He pleased with me?”  In my spirit, I know that the answer is yes.  I know that He sees me through the blood of Jesus and He is daily making me more in the image of Christ.   I have growing and maturing to do, but during the maturation process I am confident that God looks at me and smiles—regardless of what anyone else thinks.

 

God's Word

I want to be more like my Father.  So each day I make it a point to spend time with Him.  No longer do I just speak to Him, but I open my heart to hear what He says back to me.  And one of the ways He speaks to me is through His Word.  His Holy Word is my roadmap for life.  It truly is a lamp unto my feet and a light unto my path.  I have made it a point to study His word on a daily basis, and I understand my Creator so much better as a result.  I am more aware of His love for me and His desires of me because I am constantly thinking about Him and meditating on scripture.  His Spirit makes His Word alive and relevant to me—and I am so thankful for the many transformations I see in my life as I draw closer to the Master.

Helping Those in Need

I know that my heart condition is extremely important if I want to live a full life in Christ—one that is meaningful and impactful.  And as He continues to perfect me and make me into His image, He brings things to my attention that need addressing in order for me to be more like Him.  He most recently brought my attitudes about giving under the microscope.

I’ve heard and read passages from Proverbs many times throughout my life, but recently while listening to Proverbs on CD, something spoke directly to me and I immediately felt convicted.  I realized that I had yet another issue of the heart, and I repented and immediately started to behave differently.  First let me give you a little backstory.

I’m not a “baller” yet, but I love to give.  I think it’s because my dad was a giver, and I admired him more than anyone else in this world, aside from Jesus.  I wanted to be just like my dad and I constantly saw him give to those in need.  So I gave too.  One of my fondest memories from childhood was riding around with my dad during the holidays and giving out cards and money to those in need.  I loved the way it felt to make someone smile.  I remember being in high school and begging my mom to donate to an organization on my behalf because I felt so passionately about the cause, but didn’t have anything to give.  I regularly give clothes to organizations that help the homeless and I give to all types of organizations that do positive work in the community.  I’m always asking the Lord to bless me indeed like He did Jabez, because my heart desires to have more than enough so that I can give, give, give.  I love it. 

What I say next may seem to contradict my love of giving.  In college, my attitudes about giving shifted.  I became more picky about who I gave to.  I gave a lot to organizations or people I knew who were in need, but I rarely gave to random people I saw on the street asking for money.  I lacked compassion for them.  I felt harassed by them.  I was convinced that if I gave, they wouldn’t use the money wisely.  Once, a guy asked if I had any change to spare and I was literally offended that a grown man would ask me for anything.  I told him that I was a struggling college student and asked him if he had any change he could spare me.  I started to think the way so many others do.  The poor were poor by choice.  They needed to get jobs.  I avoided eye contact because I didn’t want to be asked for help that I was unwilling to give.  At freeway exits, I made sure I looked busy whenever I was stopped next to someone holding a sign and asking for help.  I stopped carrying cash around for the sole purpose of being able to tell those who asked if I had any change that I honestly didn’t.  Every now and then my heart strings would be pulled and I may have given someone $10 and a CALI Newsletter…or I might have bought someone a meal in lieu of giving cash, but for the most part I behaved like Scrooge before his transformation.  I didn’t see anything wrong with my actions because although I rarely gave to panhandlers, I still gave, gave, gave.

But as I listened to Proverbs a few weeks ago, I realized the error of my ways.  A few scriptures caught my attention:

“He that hath pity upon the poor lendeth unto the LORD; and that which he hath given will he pay him again.” (Proverbs 19:17)

“Whoever shuts their ears to the cry of the poor will also cry out and not be answered.” (Proverbs 21:13 NIV)

“The generous will themselves be blessed, for they share their food with the poor.” (Proverbs 22:9 NIV)

“He that giveth unto the poor shall not lack: but he that hideth his eyes shall have many a curse.” (Proverbs 28:27)

There are many other scriptures in the bible regarding how we should treat those in need—including a powerful passage in Matthew 25:35-40, which talks about how we honor God when we help those in need.

To stop carrying cash so that I didn’t have to help someone in need was wrong.  To pretend that I am struggling so much myself that I am unable to give to someone who obviously has a greater need than I do is just wrong.  To deny someone in need because I’m worried about how they will spend the dollar I give them is wrong.  What they do with the money is between them and God.  I should offer help when I can.  To avoid eye contact with a person and pretend like I don’t see their need is absolutely wrong.  These behaviors go against all that the bible teaches.

I thank God for His Holy Word and for His Spirit revealing truth to me.  I feel so much joy in my heart now that my giving is in line with His Word.  It feels so wonderful. 

I desperately want my life to be pleasing to my Father.  I want Him to call me a woman after His own heart.  I want others to see Him when they look at me.  I am called to do many things…and one of them is to help those who are in need—from a place of love.  When I consider all that God does to bless me each and every day, extending that same love to others is the least I can do to say thank You. 

Family Prayer Time

One of my fondest memories from childhood was spending the night at CALI Girl Eboni’s house and being a part of her family’s prayer circle.  Eb and I spent the day chatting, watching television, playing dress up, and all the other stuff girls do, but before we went to sleep at night her mother and father would call everyone together so we could pray.  It was obvious they did this regularly and they were unashamed, even though they had a guest.  At the time, I had never participated in a family prayer circle, so the concept of holding hands with my parents and siblings and praying at home was foreign to me.  I couldn’t help but glance around the circle and see that everyone was so comfortable in the presence of our Heavenly Father.  I closed my eyes, bowed my head, and prayed as well.

That moment impressed me so much that now that I am married with children, I make it a point to pray with my family almost every night.  During our prayer time we acknowledge and thank God for who He is and all that He has done for us.  We ask Him to continue to bless us.  We pray for our family and friends.  We pray for those who don’t know Him.  We pray for their teachers, classes and anything else that is on our hearts.  As God answers various prayers, I make a huge fuss over it.  “See…God answers prayers!”  It’s so awesome.  Whenever we have visitors, we welcome them to pray with us as well. 

As we start off the new year, I encourage you to pray with your family.  If you aren’t already doing it, you can initiate it by asking your family to pray with you at least one night a week.  I promise you it is a powerful experience.  And you will be amazed as you see God move in your lives.

What Does Your Face Have to Say About It?

 I’ll never forget the day I learned that my facial expression speaks volumes about my intentions.  I was in the third grade and hadn’t been at my new school very long.  One day, as I walked toward the main office a teacher and another adult stopped me and asked whether I knew where to find a particular classroom.  I searched my mental database and tried unsuccessfully to come up with the answer.  I could have replied with a courteous, “I really wish I could help, but I honestly don’t know.”  Instead I made a face—eyes wide, top lip turned up on the left side, and vehemently shook my head from side to side. 

 

The teacher’s eyes widened.  “Oh my goodness!  Did you see that face?” she inquired of her comrade.  “I just asked her a simple question and she made that ugly face!”  The other adult agreed that my face had done something to warrant the teacher’s insults.  I was confused.  Hurt.  What face had I made that was abhorrent enough for adults to talk about how unattractive it was right in front of me.  It took everything in me not to cry—especially since I hadn’t meant any harm.

 

I reenacted the scene in front of the mirror when I got home from school that day and I was surprised by what I saw.  The face I’d made was indeed offensive.  It didn’t at all match my heart’s intention.

 

I don’t know about you, but when I discover something about myself that I don’t like and have the power to change—I change it.  That day I decided that my face would never betray me again.  Since my facial expression is something I carry with me everywhere I go, I determined to turn it from my enemy to my very best friend.  I began looking in the mirror and smiling at myself, frowning at myself, and laughing at myself.  I observed what I looked like when I was extremely happy, angry, or sad.  I looked in the mirror as I talked on the phone with friends and relatives.  I was on a mission to see what my face said about what I was saying.  When my face was untruthful, I practiced making it match with my intention.  I did this so much that now a situation rarely catches me so off guard that I make a face that isn’t in alignment with what I mean.  There’s no room for misinterpretation.  I prefer it that way. 

 

As CALI Girls, we want to make sure to marry our facial expressions with our intentions.  I encourage you to find out what your face (and overall body language) has to say about what you’re saying.  It’s as simple as looking in the mirror.  If you don’t like what you see, change it. 

 

James and the Magic Marker

There was a boy in my social studies class who I’ll call James.  He seemed to wear the same outfit to school three out of five days.  Everyone noticed it…and everyone laughed about it behind his back.  We figured that his clothes had to be dirty.  There was no way he washed that outfit as often as he wore it.  Then I had a “brilliant” idea.  If I tagged his clothes some way, we could solve the mystery.  Did James indeed wear the exact same thing every day or did he just have three of the same outfit?  The latter, if true, would quiet all the hoopla.  The former…well that wouldn’t go over so well at Audubon Middle School in the early 90’s. 

One day, egged on by classmates, I walked by James, undetected, and ran a blue marker across the side thigh of his pants.  If the blue marker was still on his pants the next time he wore them, we would all know that the pants were indeed dirty.

The following day, the marker’s presence was undeniable.  Game over.  When my classmates noticed, the jokes went into full swing.  Instead of people talking about James behind his back, they laughed right in his face.  It was painful to watch.  James didn’t have any comebacks.  Tears fell as he hung his head, embarrassed.  I looked at him and felt horrible.  I had played a huge part in this milieu.  I had acted like an animal—a bully.  And I did it to fit in. 

I can’t honestly say that I did any of the right things next—I didn’t tell my classmates to stop joking, I didn’t apologize to James, nor did I ask God to forgive me.  In fact, I went on living my life and kind of forgot about it.  It wasn’t until many years later when my clothing rotation seemed to come and go a little too frequently and someone pointed out that I wore the same faded black shirt to church every Wednesday night that I even remembered that terrible day in middle school. 

Then memories of my high school transgressions came flooding in—the jokes about the girl with the “Wave” jeans or the girl with the large ashy lips, or the girl who rode the moped, or the guy with the post-nasal drip who mispronounced his own name.  By college, I was still clowning—the girl with the ridiculously high flipped hair or the one who didn’t have any at all.  Or the boy who did flips and talked to himself between classes.  In adulthood, there was a lady at the job with a serious case of body odor.  These were all people I had teamed up with others to laugh at.

Then I thought about the times people had made fun of me—the time in middle school when a random boy clowned me for having ears like Spock’s, or when the guy I had a serious crush on joked with his friend that I was so skinny I would look pregnant if I swallowed a sunflower seed, or the time in high school when I wore the bright white “Red Cross” tennis shoes that set the whole quad off in uproarious laughter, or the book dedicated to girls’ thoughts about our school’s football players that had more negativity in it about me than it did the player I dated at the time.  I remembered how I felt each time I was the butt of jokes.  And I was convicted.

As a youngster, it never occurred to me that James could only wear what his parents bought for him and perhaps the one outfit was all they could afford.  I never thought about how James must have felt when he put the same outfit on day after day to go to a school where most of the other kids were doing whatever it took to rock the latest fashions.  Or perhaps the guy who flipped and talked to himself between classes in college battled mental illness.  I didn’t open my mind enough to see the reasons behind anything.  I just laughed.  Had someone done the same thing to me, I would have been devastated.

The bible says that we should treat others the way we want to be treated—and all of us want to be treated with love and respect.  Love and respect don’t equal hurting the feelings of others just for the sake of laughter or popularity.  As Christians, we have a responsibility to be kind to people.  Others should be able to look at us and see the love of God oozing out of us.  Period.   If the motivation behind our words or actions is anything other than love and respect, we need to check ourselves. 

Sadly, 46 percent of children and young people have been bullied at some point in their lives.  I pray the day comes when it ends, but until then, it is important that you see yourself as you are—a child of the Most High.  No matter what anyone else says about you, you are extremely valuable to God.  1 Samuel 16:7b says, "For the Lord sees not as man sees: man looks on the outward appearance, but the Lord looks on the heart.”  You may not have the most fashionable clothes, but the One who matters most is more concerned about the condition of your heart than He is with what you wear—make sure your heart is right.

With that said, it’s important to forgive those who have said or done hurtful things to us.  All kinds of physical, spiritual, and emotional ailments are birthed from the pressures anger and un-forgiveness put on our bodies.  You may not be able to tell now, but I promise the effects of what you hold in your heart will manifest on the outside.  Choose to pray for your transgressors and release the pain they have caused you.  Choose to let go of past hurts and love your transgressors with everything you’ve got.  I know it is hard, but with God’s help, you can be completely healed of the pain. 

Finally, my mom used to always say:  “Be careful of the words you speak.  Make them kind and sweet.  You never know from day to day which ones you’ll have to eat.”  Meditate on that.  If nothing else I’ve said convinces you to live by the Golden Rule, the manifestation of this statement most certainly will.

 

Up in the Booth

I spent hours in the studio.  Singing.  Rapping.  Writing.  Beat boxing.  You name it, I did it.  And I enjoyed it so much that I didn’t charge a dime for my services.  I was happy to have free time in the booth and I just wanted to be on somebody’s track and bump myself while I cruised down “The Shaw” in my silver Civic.  The homies would hear my recordings and shake their heads at my ridiculousness.  But in my mind, I just knew that one day someone would hear my compilations and sign me to a label.  Maybe I would be a hardcore gangsta rapper or an R&B diva.  Or maybe I wouldn’t have to commit to just one style since I could transition so seamlessly between the two.  Perhaps someone would hear me talking on a joint and ask me to do professional voice-over work.  I didn’t know what it would be, but no doubt, I would be recognized for my musical genius. 

 

 

Singing jingles for non-profit organizations turned into me singing and rapping about promiscuous behaviors and imaginary murders I committed.  I even had an online radio segment where I gave “ghetto advice” to troubled imaginary callers.  Bless my heart.

It was all in fun, I reasoned.  Besides, I disguised my voice.  No one would ever know it was me who moaned or cussed on track two.  Church folk would never hear my music anyway.  If they did, they would need to repent just as much as I did.

Looking back, I wonder what my parents thought.  I would be gone to the studio for hours only to return home late with nothing to show them.  I couldn’t let them hear the stuff I recorded because they would surely go into cardiac arrest on the spot.

On Sunday morning, I was right back in the choir stand singing about how God was all over me and keeping me alive.

It’s a shame.  I was a Sunday morning Christian.  We’ve all heard about them.  They do what they want during the week and then on Sunday they’re in the pulpit, in the choir stand, dressed to the nines in the pews, greeting churchgoers—acting like saints.  Sometimes they even make other believers feel inadequate by the judgmental words that come out of their mouths.  They look the part, but underneath it all, they are sin-sick—in need of the Master’s healing touch.  They talk the talk but don’t walk the walk.  They pray that no one sees them while they are out doing their thing.  They haven’t fully given their lives over to the Lord, although they will one day soon, should God be gracious enough to bless them with a little more time.

As Christians, we’ve got to stop claiming to love the Lord while flirting with sin.  Our private lives and public lives should mirror one another.  People should be able to look at us and see that we are unashamedly different—set apart.  We shouldn’t look like the world.  We have to be unwilling to compromise and trust that God will provide a platform for us to use our gifts and talents to glorify Him.

I hear countless people say that their careers and their faith are completely separate.  If you can’t take God with you to your work environment, something’s wrong.  God should be in everything you do.  We have to understand that God is omnipresent.  There’s no getting away from Him.  He’s always there and He sees everything we do—the good and the bad.  Our heart’s desire should be to make Him smile—whether we’re in public or in the privacy of our homes.

Flash forward ten years.  No one ever signed me to a record label.  No one ever asked me to do voice-over work.  I don’t have a single recording of myself that I can bear to listen to.  And I don’t have a single track that I can play for my children.  I put a great deal of time and energy into the studio and I don’t have anything to physically show for it.

I’m okay with that. 

My focus has turned to something with a lasting effect—kingdom building.  I’m still creative and I write constantly.  I’m still “up in the booth,” only instead of equalizers, headphones, and microphones, I use my fingers and a keyboard to capture the melody of my thoughts.  And I write with purpose—hoping to encourage others to sincerely live for Christ—not just some of the time, but ALL the time. 

I’ve learned that only what I do for Christ will last.  Everything else loses significance and passes away.  God blessed me with the gift of writing, and what I write is my gift back to Him.