The tragedy of the modern era is that we lack identity. Once tradition and faith were removed from daily life, we had to search for worldly identities based on our sexual orientation, consumer choices, political beliefs, or even favorite dog breed. Needless to say that these manufactured identities can not even begin to fulfill the soul. Without Christ, all identities serve as distractions meant to keep us away from salvation.
In the past, I sought my identity through my sexual prowess. I was an international player, a semi-famous modern Casanova, and I relished in the material rewards that that identity gave me, but like with all worldly pursuits, you adapt to it until eventually your identity feels bland and meaningless. Doubling down will be your first instinct, because if a little bit of sex gave you happiness in the past then a lot of it will surely be the ticket, and yet that will be adapted to as well, leaving you in quite a hole. All identities based on desiring a “sex life,” whether heterosexual or homosexual, will merely push you into the abyss.
So I’ll switch gears and allow my consumer identity to save me. I can have a favorite sportsball team and smartphone brand, and I’ll even wait in long lines to give them glory. I can become unreasonably fascinated with Star Wars or a comic book movie franchise, and use the anticipation of a new release to give me a scrap of hope that my life will somehow improve. I can follow all the restaurant brands on Twitter and get excited at witty comebacks against their competitors. I will beg them to take my money to make me forget for a moment that I am out of communion with God and have no reason for living.
If sexual or consumer identities fail me, I’ll move on to political identities. From the two available Presidential candidates, there will be one I can pour all my wishes, dreams, and hopes into. His personality and politics will fit me like a glove. Unlike candidate Kronos, who is obviously evil, Kang will save me. I must vote for him or else the country—and maybe even mankind—will end. Yes, he is my personal savior and I must now become a political expert like everyone else on Twitter and analyze the daily news cycle as if it were a second job. I will do that for years and years, moving from one candidate or hot-button issue to the next, until realizing that my political saviors don’t know me or care about me. They’re looking out for their own while I don’t even get the leftovers. Back to the drawing board, I guess.
And how about the atheists, whose negative identity proudly announces another identity they refuse? “My identity is that I don’t believe in what you believe, and I will make an entire world view out of my lack of belief!”
If an identity is worldly, it is controlled by the world. The sexual norms are controlled by those who control the makers of the sex culture—the movie producers, book writers, magazine editors, app owners, and pop singers. The consumer norms are controlled by those who control the corporations. The political identity is controlled by the big donors of the politicians. The atheist identity, the only one which begins to reach into the unseen, is controlled by the revolutionary Jews who hate Christ. All serve under the banner of the world, and who controls this world but Satan. If you have an identity that is not predominately based on Christ, chances are you have a Satanic identity.
There is no true identity without Christ, for from Christ comes all that is good—family, love, beauty, and concern for one’s neighbor. If you are a Christian, you have all the identity you need. Your prayer rule, church worship, scripture readings, and the fruits from your faith are your identity. You need nothing else to feel complete, because it’s through Christ that we are made whole, and any urge or inclination you feel to establish a worldly identity are merely temptations from the evil one. Resist them and seek Christ in all His Glory. He is the food, the nourishment, the manna that is your beginning and end, in this world and the next.
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