Stolen Identity


 By: Todd
    Pads were cracking, as one hundred grown men practiced beating the tar out of each other trying to get a piece of pigskin across a chalk line……..Yes, I’m talking about the most coveted sport in America, football.

    As I stood there and watched, something inside of me missed it so much, even to the point of me becoming teary eyed. Why, I asked myself did this matter so much to me? Why did I miss something that I knew I didn’t want to play in college?

    That afternoon was when I realized that my identity was in something that had little value in my life in college, yes sports. That was what my life had revolved around in high school. That was what I felt I was known for. That is where I sought meaning and attention from others. Here I had created an idol in my life that became my identity. How did it get to this point I wondered?

    After realizing what was wrong I began thinking about what my real life purpose was and what was my identity in now that I no longer had sports to rely on. As I processed over the next couple weeks I realized that my identity needed to be in Jesus Christ. This is what my life should be about if I truly understand what Jesus has done for me.

    Two thousand years ago Christ lived a perfect life on this earth and then died on the cross for the sins of those who put their trust in Him. You see, it isn’t about me and my accomplishments and what I have done but it’s about what Christ did for me. Christ now is living inside of me and that is where I look for satisfaction, that is where my identity is! Surrendering my life completely has brought me more joy than I could have ever imagined. He is all I need!

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