Who Am I?

Psalms 116:15,16  Precious in the sight of the LORD is the death of his saints.  O LORD, truly I am thy servant; I am thy servant, and the son of thine handmaid: thou hast loosed my bonds.

How many have asked this question of life?  Before we can be saved each of us must learn our true nature.  We face who we are, sinners, lost and without self-remedy, finally knowing beyond any doubt, who we are.  We look to heaven and ask the priceless question.  “God, how could you love this lost and pitiful me?” 

Some people find themselves after a long life of searching.  Others find themselves almost immediately.  While many, believe they know and spend a lifetime in delusion.  For those few who find themselves dead in sin and place their trust in Christ, a new dilemma arises.  Who is this new creature? 

A new creature emerges from the cocoon of regeneration.  Often this new creature is unaware of the changes which have occurred.  Unlike the butterfly which spreads its wings in splendor and flies within minutes of release, the new believer has been regenerated from the inside and the outward appearance suffers little, if any, change.      

After, salvation, we face a great unknown, the unknown of a living and regenerated spirit.  “Who am I” is a picture drawn from a different canvas.  This new beginning brings a promise of discovery.   These new saints may not even know to ask the question, “Who am I?”  Many only know enough to be baptized, an outward representation of inner renewal.  But, some day it will be asked.  Oh, happy day when we reach this milestone of growth. 

It seems so cute to watch an infant examine their hands and feet or your hands and feet.  The small child is just curious about his surroundings.  He doesn’t even know that the examination will provide the answer to necessary growth.  Sometimes a look of deep consternation will cross an infants face and then it will disappear instantly when something else grabs its attention.  Yet, all around the young child is the answer to mobility, communication, and growth.  Do you think the child knows it?

God knew what he was doing when he sent the Comforter; the great teacher, prompter, and supporter.  Babes in Christ soon learn to ask questions.  They learn to grasp answers.  And the Comforter waits patiently.  When will they ask again, “Who am I”.

Finally, a day arrives when a growing Believer looks closely at their life and asks the question, “Who am I?”  If the Holy Spirit’s response would cause your heart to flutter it would probably result in heart-attack.  Intently He listens, acutely he hears, and waits for the death throes to commence.  Who am I that I should tread my own path?  Who am I that I should follow my own will?  Who am I to cherish material things?  Who am I to insist on personal gain?  Lord, who am I, but your servant?

There it is!  There’s the death of a saint!  The body is still and in subjection.  The mind is a clear and empty vessel.  The heart is full of humility.  All is in surrender to God’s will.

“Precious in the sight of the LORD is the death of his saints.”

How do you look in God’s sight?

Precious?