Our claim that we are committed to being authentic can actually be a facade for self indulgence. If we’re not careful, authentic can be the new word for arrogance. As long as you’re true to yourself – say what you mean – just get it out – how can anyone fault you in any way? This perspective frees us from any concern for the feeling of others… Authenticity can establish a self-righteousness that justifies abuse. If we are committed to being the genuine article, we’d first better look closely at what we’re made of. ~ Erwin McManus
I’m from then Midwest. When I was little, my Dad made me a bug cage. I used to catch crickets and grasshoppers and try to feed them blades of grass. When they wouldn’t eat, I quickly set them free, afraid they would die. I thought they were very sweet and very fragile.
When I moved to Texas last year I saw the biggest grasshopper I’d ever seen. I didn’t capture him, except with the camera. He didn’t look sweet or fragile. Grasshoppers are everywhere, scattering as you walk across the parched Texas soil. They aren’t like the grasshoppers I caught as a little girl. These are Texas Red Devils. They aren’t sweet or fragile, they have fangs that draw blood. It’s their nature.
Have you ever noticed that sometimes the draw to being real comes when we’re hurt or angry or fed up. That’s when I have to remind myself that my real nature is a fallen one. My motives aren’t always pure and my heart isn’t always gracious. Just like the Texas Red Devil, I can bite when threatened.
If I’m committed to being the genuine article, I’d first better look closely at what I’m made of. Remake me in Your image, O Lord.