Months ago, someone told me they’d stumbled on a great new discipline strategy for their children. When this person caught their child doing something wrong, the child was stopped. The parent told them, “That’s not who you are!”
I’ve thought and thought about this. I can see how we could back this up biblically. In one sense, for those of us who shove all of our chips on Jesus, God’s exchanged our hearts of stone for hearts of flesh (how’s that for a mixed metaphor?). Telling off your brother, or spouting off to your mom, or even leaving your wet towels on the floor is in a sense not who you are anymore. New creation, new life! I cherish this about how God’s remaking me from the inside.
And yet—another part of this rubs a spot raw in my mind. Because in another way, that is who my kids are. It’s actually who I am, too. It’s why we keep doing those things.