When the angel of the Lord appeared to Gideon, he said, “The Lord is with you, mighty warrior.” (Judges 6:12)
And
he said, “Who told you that you were naked? Have you eaten
from the tree that I commanded you not to eat from?” (Genesis
3:11)
I
wonder whether Gideon looked around, trying to figure out who the angel of the
Lord was talking to. After all, he wasn’t a mighty warrior at the time. The
angel was addressing Gideon as he would become. But if Gideon looked around, I can
relate. Scripture doesn’t include the “Who me?” response because Gideon had a more
important question that might be expressed as “What Lord?” Another way to
describe both questions is “Who are you trying to kid?”
God
wasn’t doing things the way Gideon or Israel thought He should. Gideon was
reduced to threshing grain in a winepress. Then this angel shows up and gives Gideon
this grand title. What do I do with grand titles that God has given me? What do
you do? How do you respond to titles like Christian, Daughter/Son/Child, Good
and Faithful Servant, Joint-heir, Sent One, Mighty Warrior, etc.?
I know
my tendency. I argue, even about silly little things. When I was jogging, I
wasn’t a Jogger. While I spent 20 years working on family history, I wasn’t a
genealogist. Have you seen my gardens? I’m not a gardener, or a homesteader, or
a good home owner, neighbor, member of any community, or member of a church
even though I just joined it this summer! I’m not courageous, wise or
competent. And all the stuff I’m working so hard at? Waste of time! I will
publicly state that I am a Christian, but then I feel like I have to apologize
to God for being an embarrassment. Even
though I just submitted my fourth novel for publication, I’m not a “real author.”
I can’t
make claims about being a good wife, parent or grandparent, but I wasn’t a good
daughter, granddaughter, sister, or cousin, so there’s room for doubt. And no,
I’m not looking for everyone to tell me that I’m wrong (which would only prove
that I’m a bad judge of character or something).
Maybe
you’re different, but even if you think highly of yourself, I think a lot of
people suffer from Imposter Syndrome. We want to be seen as something we are
not. We are afraid that people (including God) will figure out we’re not something
we pretend to be or that they mistakenly believe we are. We sew fig leaves
together and hide in the bushes or look around to find the person God is
talking to or about because it can’t be us!
I’m
fortunate, because God has been willing to argue with me about a few of these.
I am learning, among other things, that it’s silly to argue that I’m not something
while I’m doing it (especially regularly) or have a stack of evidence around
the house.
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