Skip to main content

sing a new song

who am i? 

it's a question we all ask, and, presumably, answer (or not) differently. 

and yet there is something that certainly unifies us, beyond this universal quest for identity, and it is something that brennan manning (and others) would call "the impostor." 

the impostor is that voice that i think we all hear from time to time (or nearly always), which speaks lies to us about ourselves.  we know this voice all too well, as the dark side of capitalism has, well, capitalized on it.  companies have become experts at singing in harmony with the impostor to create a siren song of mistaken identity.  the song goes something like this: 

you're not good enough. you're empty. you're alone.  you're too fat.  your car is too old.  your skin is too wrinkly.  your hair is too gray. your hair is too gone.  you're not happy.  you will never succeed without what we can give you. you need more friends. you need more beer. you need more comfort. you need more luxury. you need more ease. you need more. why? because you are not good enough.

sound familiar?  it should.  it is the soundtrack of our lives.  it is played constantly on every radio station, every tv channel, every billboard and baseball outfield.  it is everywhere around us.  oh, and its in us, too.  the voice of the impostor has been seeping through the cracks in our exterior since we can remember, flowing faster with every rejection, every perceived slight, and every so-called failure.  it echoes across our experiences until we relent and believe it's tired refrain: i am too pudgy.  my nose is too big. my hair is too curly. my legs are too thick. my laugh is too loud. i am a failure. (and here's where it gets really twisted) no one could ever love me.  God could never love me. i am unlovable. i am ugly. i am worthless.

it's an awful song, a poisonous one. 

and while most of us aren't putting it on repeat and singing along at the top of our lungs, i'm rather afraid that we are humming the tune and familiar with all the words, in spite of ourselves. 

but there is a remedy.  the antidote, of course, is to make the radical discovery once and for all that you are a child of God, made in the image of that God, designed and artfully made just the way you are. and not only that, but when you got broken (by life, by yourself, by all of it) God knew enough to know that you were worth redeeming, no matter the cost.  it is a story too good to be true, and too true not to be good. 

and if only it really was once and for all for us.  it would be so wonderful if once we learned the words (or even the glorious tune) of this new song, we never went back to singing that impostor song, but alas, it isn't so.  we seem to forget.  or we get distracted.  or the sheer volume of the impostor song overwhelms us.  however it happens, we too often find ourselves singing the words of that same old song. 

and that's why we have the Spirit.  at least that's what paul wrote in romans 8.  he said that those who are led by the Spirit are the children of God, and that the Spirit "testifies with our spirit that we are children of God" (vs. 14-16).

first of all, we are children of God.  that's enough of a statement right there.  we could just stop there and revel in that truth forever. let it sink in for a are a child of God.  not an acquaintance.  not a distant relative.  not an annoying neighbor.  not the last person picked on God's kickball team.  no, you are a child of God, with all the rights and responsibilities that go along with that.  with all the love and tenderness and reckless adoration that a parent has for their child.  it's ridiculous just how much God loves us, no matter what songs we sing about ourselves.

but wait, there's more. paul says that, just in case we forget who we are and whose we are, the Spirit of God testifies with our spirit about it.  in other words, the Spirit of God talks to us, whispers to us, speaks clearly to us in words we can understand, maybe even sings to us to help us drown out the imposter's song.  are you getting this?  when our voice gets hoarse and our ears hurt and we can't get that sick song out of our head, the Spirit of the living God sings for us a song of truth and light and hope: you are God's are God's are God's are God's  are God's are God's child! it is a lifesong, a heartsong, a truthsong.  the symphony of the scriptures provide the accompaniment and the Spirit sings you into remembering: you are God's!  you are beautiful!  you are loved! 

so trade in your sad old song today.  listen to the Spirit's leading. tap your toe to the beat and feel the notes resonate in your chest. and start singing a new song. i am a child of God!


Popular posts from this blog

forgiven much

if i was going to start something awesome, i'd probably start with the most attractive thing i could. 

i mean, it's marketing 101, right?  you've got to attract people, tell them that you've got something great, and that they need it. 

so think about it: if i was going to start a club for steelers fans who also love indie music, i would probably start by hiring my graphic designer wife to make some super awesome brochures or posters or something, and i would make sure they looked interesting and inviting.  next, i would look for some cool people to join my club, maybe even some people that people know.  i mean, it would be great if i could get the Avett Brothers to join my club, or JuJu Smith-Schuster, or someone that would attract others to join my club.  and we'd have snacks.  maybe little black-and-gold cookies in the shape of a banjo or something. 

but not Jesus.  that's now how Jesus operates.  (well, maybe the snacks...he was often to be found eating, or…

happy mothers day, 2019

this year for mothers day, our boys and i are celebrating Shannon, and how she makes the world such a wonderful place for us, in so many ways.  she loves to travel, she loves to discover the foods and cultures of people around this globe, and she loves to discover more of the wonder of the world.  that wonder is contagious, and i certainly see it taking root and growing in our children, so that when they look around at this beautifully broken world of ours, they see the fingerprints of God, and the hope of redemption. truly it is a wonderful world, and our family is so thankful for the ways that our wife and mother shows us and points us to this truth every day.

so without further ado, here is our 11th annual mother's day video:

and if you want to see the previous ten, just click this link.  

a milinovich family christmas, 2018

it's Christmas eve!  we have once again put together a little montage (our eleventh annual!) of some footage from our advent preparations for Christmas, this time to a song that i absolutely adore called "Lord, Remind Me" by Jon and Valerie Guerra.

we hope you are reminded of the magic and the mystery of this unlikely story, and of the wonder of hope being born in your own heart again this year.