I’m Somebody

When my youngest son was about two, I tried to get him to talk into a tape recorder for a family message to my mother, who lived in another state. When I held the microphone up for him, he froze. I tried to help him by saying, “Tell her who you are.” He remained mute with a tortured look on his face. As I prompted him again, he blurted out desperately,
“I’M SOMEBODY! I’M SOMEBODY!”

I think that is the cry of all hearts, “I’m somebody.”

Unfortunately, even as Christians, we think that means being somehow special from being better than others. Sibling rivalry carries over even into being the children of God. I bought a Tee shirt once, that said,
“JESUS LOVES YOU, BUT I’M HIS FAVORITE.”

I thought it was funny, but more and more I see that as the root of so much of the conflict in families, churches, countries, the world.

It’s not enough to be loved and loving. We want to be smarter, better looking, richer. We want to be a STAR. Our whole culture is built on this.

Being the least of God’s children is anathema to us in any setting.

And in every conflict, we need to feel we are right, PARTICULARLY when we lose.

To feel mistreated, wronged, unappreciated allows us to be self-righteous, to cling to our sense of being SOMEBODY.

We are of eternal value because we are loved as the unique creation we are. It is not relative to anything or anyone. We are called to be the best “us” we can be.  We are not called to be better than anyone.

The only place I have seen this grasped and celebrated is in the Special Olympics. There, when a child falls down, the other children in the race will go back and help them up. Every child gets a ribbon for not giving up, for finishing the race, for doing the best they can. Every parent claps and shouts for every child, not just their own.

This must be how it is in the kingdom of God.

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About Eileen

Mother of five, grandmother of eleven, great-grandmother of seven, 1955 -1959 Rice University in Houston, TX. Taught primary grades; Was Associate Post Director of Religious Education at Ft. Campbell, KY; Consultant on the Myers/Briggs Type Indicator; Presently part time Administrative Assistant/Bookkeeper for Architect husband of fifty-seven years. Blog: Laughter: Carbonated Grace

Posted on February 10, 2014, in B4Peace, Gifts of Age, Love, Parenting, relationships, Spiritual and tagged , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 7 Comments.

  1. A really good one, Eileen.

  2. I love this post. And I agree with everything you’ve said.
    It’s that lack of somebody-ness that gets us, every time.

    • Glad you like it. Thanks for reading it. I’ve done something similar before, but I was trying to make it simpler
      and clearer to take to my conflict resolution class.
      How is your grandmother? I think about asking you in the middle of the night and forget the next morning!
      Also, how are you? You’ve been kind of quiet lately.

  3. I’m SOMEbody.

    Ha ha ha ha ha.
    Rich, thoughtful post. But I love the first paragraph. Adorable.

    • Hi, thanks. I really found your advice on writing worth studying and trying to integrate. I have several writer friends and groups,
      so I reblogged it and put it on my facebook and twitter. That is okay isn’t it?

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