One of things I regret most is not learning more about my father’s childhood when he was still alive. I did not know both my grandfathers since one of them died when I was only 12 months old and the other died before I existed. It was in a recent telecon that I came to learn that my maternal grandfather knew how to design furniture using hard wood. I guess I inherited the creative side of the genes from him. Of course today it’s too late to find out the brand of his furniture. They might have made their way to Holland, I was told. Still, I’m impressed of the grandfather I never knew. I now see the importance of knowing my roots. No doubt, I am a banana who speaks better English than my mother tongue but I am learning Chinese calligraphy to grow in my knowledge. I don’t have to speak Mandarin Chinese because my mother tongue is Hokkien.
Just like knowing our roots is important, it’s also important to know our identity in Christ. Being in this world is like walking around a city with smog. Knowing who we are will be the pillar of support in living in this world without being a part of this world.
Do you know who you are? (I don’t mean your name).
Don’t copy the behavior and customs of this world, but let God transform you into a new person by changing the way you think. Then you will learn to know God’s will for you, which is good and pleasing and perfect.- Romans 12:2 (NLT)
For we are God’s masterpiece. He has created us anew in Christ Jesus, so we can do the good things he planned for us long ago.Ephesians 2:10 (NLT)