Cracking the Identity Riddle (2)

The Importance of Knowing.

It is said, that “Ignorance is bliss”. But how ‘blissful’ is that bliss?
That’s a question we never can answer. Indeed, ignorance is a tragedy.

There are many things you can afford not to know about in life and be safe but your personal identity is certainly not one of them. When you do not know who you are, you stand the risk of believing that you are who you are not (I hope you got that.). When you do not know who you are, just about anyone can lead you astray. So why should you know?

Among other reasons are…

• Understanding your Uniqueness: when you come to know who you really are, with all of its facets, one of the fist things that become clear to you is that you are #Unique.
Your personal identity sets you apart from the crowd and gives you a sense of ‘specialness’. You are UNIQUE.

• Acknowledging your Authority: In Christian Jesus, we have authority. An authority that sets us above both physical and spiritual limitations, obstacles and even enemies. Even in the natural world, we have authority over the elements of this world. Understanding your identity AWAKENS you to the consciousness of this authority.

• Living with a Sense of Mission: When you know who you are, you also come to realise where you belong and where your life should be headed. And when you become INTENTIONAL enough to follow that path, you begin to live each day with a sense of Purpose and a sense of Mission. This means that your life is not just another jolly ride but one with a clear and definite destination (Goal).

These and many more reasons are why it is very vital to know, understand and live with a consciousness of who you truly are. – your Identity.

To be continued…

Peter Akhere
#WiVirt.

Cracking the Identity Riddle (1)

WHO ARE YOU?
Now this is a question that many have struggled to answer for many years. It has even been a constant reoccurring dilemma for humanity. – many are existing without a clear sense of who they really are (Identity) and why exactly they are here (Purpose).

While this series is not predominantly about purpose, we will see as we go along that a good understanding of identity almost always reveals your Purpose and vice versa.

So who are you?

Before you attempt to answer that question, let us quickly note here that there is a significant difference between ‘WHO’ and ‘WHAT’. So there is such a concept as ‘who you are’ as well as ‘what you are’.

Let us distinguish… (going beyond the surface meanings of the words)

‘WHO’ is a question of Inherent Nature, Origin, Heritage, Purpose and Function (Your assignment)

“When Jesus came into the coasts of Caesarea Philippi, he asked his disciples, saying, Whom do men say that I the Son of man am?
And they said, Some say that thou art John the Baptist: some, Elias; and others, Jeremias, or one of the prophets.
He saith unto them, But whom say ye that I am?
And Simon Peter answered and said, Thou art the Christ, the Son of the living God.
And Jesus answered and said unto him, Blessed art thou, Simon Barjona: for flesh and blood hath not revealed it unto thee, but my Father which is in heaven.” – (Mat. 16:13-17)

For emphasis: “Thou art the Christ (The Anointed One – talking about his inherent nature), the Son (positional heritage) of the living God (origin and source).” And Jesus later went on to establish his purpose and assignment on that premise.

‘WHAT’ on the other hand is a question of things and attributes that we acquire here on earth by virtue of the life we have lived thus far. Examples are achievements and possessions, titles and status, etc…

So when a man says “I am the managing director of XYZ Ltd”, he is simply referring to ‘what’ he is. – not who he is.
“I am the richest man in my country” is only telling you ‘what’ I am (in terms of financial attainment) – not who I am.
Even your name is (sometimes) not who you are. It’s merely a tag for addressing you.

To answer the question of ‘who you are’, you must first acknowledge your Inherent Nature and origin in God, your (spiritual) heritage and your purpose.

SOME KEY POINTS TO NOTE

‘WHAT’ is temporal and subject to change.
‘WHO’ is eternal and permanent.

‘WHAT’ is subjective. (It varies)
‘WHO’ is objective. (It’s constant)

Until you know who you are in God, it doesn’t really matter what you are; your life will be nothing more than a series of misguided adventures.

Do not be overly concerned about what you are (even though it is also important and has its place) that you forget WHO you are.

So again I ask, WHO ARE YOU?

…To be continued.

Peter Akhere
#WiVirt.

The Maker’s Call

I hear your call
I hear it loud and clear.
I hear your voice
Through the cold and still air.
Your Will beckons
It calls forth my purpose.
“The time has come…”
“For thorns to bring forth rose.”
.
The cub in me
Longs for the lion’s roar
And the eaglet
Yearns for the eagle’s soar.
I want to be
All I can and should be.
And to behold
All I can and should see.
.
“The hour has come…”
“Just to show forth my praise.”
“The time is now…”
“To lift the human race.”
“A king-servant…”
“You have all these years been,”
“Now on the throne…”
“You’ll always be seen”
.
But I cannot
of myself reign and rule
For you without,
I’d be worse than a fool.
“I am with you,”
“This always, you must know”
“I am in you,”
“This always, you must show”.
.
(C) Peter Akhere.

The Full Moon

You’re so beautiful tonight,
Yes, in your white and bright light.
It’s good to see you again.
After many days of rain.

Up high in the sky you shine,
Unable to be just mine.
To you my heart remains mild
For you, I loved I as a child.

I have given you no rose
My love for you, one knows
Now, as you my eyes behold.
I wish you, my hands could hold.

You come and refuse to stay.
You go when you see the day.
Now I hope to see you soon,
As you go my dear full moon.

 

(C) Peter Akhere.

The Unseen Shepherd

What will has a
Puppet in the hands of a puppeteer?
Or of what say
Is the clay in the hands of the potter?
The creation
Is at the mercy of the creator.

The blind knows not the way he should go.
No! Except he be told by one who sees.
Many though blind through arrogance or
Ignorance seek to go ways they know not.
They stumble and fall countless times yet,
Advance to doom unknown in false beliefs.

I have been lost once yet with the
Knowledge of my destination.
I have been blind once yet with the
Awareness of what surrounds me.
Thanks to God, my destination
Draws near and my sight is restored.

Though my destination
May be sure, I know not when I’ll get there.
Though my sight is restored,
Even now, it still has not been of my eyes.
There’s a hand which shows me,
The way I should go and what things I see not.

 

(C) Peter Akhere

When I was still a Child

When I was still a child
Often, I wondered why
Some men have riches piled.
But some of lack do die.
Why can’t all men be rich?
And let no man be poor?
It’s for the work of each,
Reward only comes for.

When I was still so young
Often, I noticed that
Some things were just called ‘wrong’
And often frowned at.
Why can’t they just be done
And just be seen as ‘Right’?
Actions beneath the Sun
With effects come to light.

When I was just a boy
Often, I simply thought
Some days are filled with Joy
But some, sorrows unsought.
Why can’t joy always reign?
And sorrows not exist?
With changes comes some pains,
And ‘bad’ with ‘good’ is mixed.

Now I am all grown up
And my wonders differ.
The humble, God lifts up.
But the proud do suffer.
Why is with ‘fall’ pride known?
And does the meek, grace crown?
Men reap what was sown.
And the way up is down.

(C) Peter Akhere.

When We Were Brave.

I was born in relatively unknown African village, in the south southern part of Nigeria. Back in those days, we didn’t have so much toys to play with. There weren’t high fences to ‘cage’ us in. In fact, there were no fences at all. As infants, we crawled on bare earth and sometimes ate of the the ‘sweet scenting’ sand. And as we grew, the sand – reddish brown earth – was our companion. We played in the sand, fought in the sand and were remarkably creative with the use of the sand. As far as the sand was concerned, there was nothing to fear – Because we were brave.
Childhood was a time of great adventure. There was nothing we couldn’t do or be and whatever our minds imagined, we gave expression to it in ways that amazed and (sometimes) terrified the adults.

Yes, the sand was our Kingdom and everything connected with it was our resources.

We were hunters, hunting grasshoppers in grown and lush grass fields.

We were actors, playing roles of ‘Father’, ‘Mother’ and children.

We were warriors, wrestling to the ‘death’ of anyone who dared challenge us to a contest.

We were chefs who could ‘cook’ the most delicious cuisines in our empty milk tins on top of our improvised ‘fireplace’.

We were movie stars too, for we could recreate and reanimate out favourite ‘Rambo’ and ‘Van Dam’ movies in the bush and uncompleted buildings.

We made pistols out of wood and made machine guns out of cocoyam stems well fitted together with broomsticks.

We scaled walls and jumped off treetops. We climbed thorny orange trees and ant-infested mango trees many times without clothes except dirty muddy pants, just to get to the fruits that our stones and sticks could not reach. We weren’t afraid of the thorns or the ants, because we were brave.
And to my personal favourite, we were ‘Olympic Medalists’ who reigned supreme in local sports and games. We would organise our teams and train ourselves in different kinds of sports ranging from high jumps to long jumps and even acrobatics (our own form of gymnastics).

I remember being a grand champion once, having become the ‘last man standing’ in our village regional contest of the one who could do any stunt that anyone else could do and yet still perform a stunt that no one else could perform.

We would mark out our competition ‘arena’ and use a spade to soften the ground by breaking them into clods and sometimes wetting it with water. We had a ‘liftoff’ constructed out of coconut branches, firmly fixed at one end of the ‘arena’ and then the games begin. We would run with maximum speed towards the ‘liftoff’ and upon takeoff, we would perform different twists and turns in the air before touching back down. If you land on your feet without falling, you scored a point, otherwise, you lost a point. And you can bet that as far those stunts went, we were fierce, we were daring and we were brave. Some would fold their hands to perform a stunt and some would even clap their hands through their styles just to be unique.

My mother would often scream at the top of her voice in fear for the safety of her dear son. She feared I might fall and break a bone and maybe lose my life. But I had no such fear and had no such care. Those were days when we were brave.

Many years have past since then and as I reminisce, I realise how much we have changed. – how much I have changed.
With the much acquired knowledge of gems and bacteria, we’re now afraid to get our hands ‘dirty’.

Now we think less of what we could do and become, and think more of what we COULDN’T do or become.
Our fear of failure restrains us more than our passion for success propels us.
And because we are afraid that if we ‘venture out’, we might lose, we focus on SAFETY. We think ‘safety’, we talk ‘safety’ and so we live (and die) in the SAFE ZONE. – Forgetting that there was a time when we were brave. Let’s be BRAVE again!

 

(C) Peter Akhere