Who am I?

I am more sinful than I could ever appreciate.

But I am more loved by God than I could ever comprehend.

I am shaped by American culture in ways that pull me away from God.

But am I overwhelmingly drawn by the Holy Spirit toward God.

He who is in me is greater than me, is greater than the world that wants to form me in its broken image, to fall into it’s ruts and systems. Praise God!

If you know my parents, you know some of who I am.

If you know my friends or brothers, you know some of who I am.

If you know my wife, you know some of who I am.

And I am, in part, who I’ve chosen to be and the mistakes I’ve made. Hi, I’m me!

But above all else, I strive to be who Jesus Messiah called me to be.

I don’t fully know who that is yet, I’m still learning who I am because, well, I’m still alive and life is a journey! But I have complete faith in God to lead me to myself- and I don’t want to be anyone else than that person!

In Mere Christianity C.S. Lewis put it this way,

The more we get what we now call “ourselves” out of the way and let Him take us over, the more truly ourselves we become. There is so much of Him that millions and millions of “little Christs,” all different, will still be too few to express Him fully. He made them all. He invented—as an author invents characters in a novel—all the different men that you and I were intended to be. In that sense our real selves are all waiting for us in Him. It is no good trying to “be myself” without Him. The more I resist Him and try to live on my own, the more I become dominated by my own heredity and upbringing and surroundings and natural desires. In fact what I so proudly call “Myself” becomes merely the meeting place for trains of events which I never started and which I cannot stop. What I call “My wishes” become merely the desires thrown up by my physical organism or pumped into me by other men’s thoughts or even suggested to me by devils. Eggs and alcohol and a good night’s sleep will be the real origins of what I flatter myself by regarding as my own highly personal and discriminating decision to make love to the girl opposite to me in the railway carriage. Propaganda will be the real origin of what I regard as my own personal political ideas. I am not, in my natural state, nearly so much of a person as I like to believe: most of what I call “me” can be very easily explained. It is when I turn to Christ, when I give myself up to His Personality, that I first begin to have a real personality of my own.

Who am I? I am Ben Tacoma, follower and ambassador of Jesus Christ.

“Now may the God of peace, who through the blood of the eternal covenant brought back from the dead our Lord Jesus, that great Shepherd of the sheep, equip you with everything good for doing his will, and may he work in us what is pleasing to him, through Jesus Christ, to whom be glory for ever and ever. Amen.” -Hebrews 13:20-21