I’ve recently come to realize that I’ve been having a bit of an identity crisis.
(And all the regular readers said in unison…”DUH!”)
No, really. I mean…I know I’m feeling the “being over 40” thing, but I’m not really talking about “mid-life” crisis here. Although it’s pretty amazing that this is happening at this stage of my life. Talk about timing. 🙂
You see, I’ve spent my whole life wearing some sort of label, some identification tag by which other people (especially Christians) could know what camp I stood with, what I believed, what the practice of my faith looked like. Actually, I’ve worn quite a few of these labels, so it’s not like I’ve stuck with one my whole life. I’ve changed name badges numerous times. Even so, I’ve felt okay as long as I was wearing some label. Or maybe it wasn’t the label itself, but the group of people that the label identified. Wearing the label made me feel…like I belonged.