9 Ways I Define My Identity

KenPic“Nobody can control or define our identities unless we let them, and so I chose to come out and to define myself – nothing more.”

These words are by Bradley Manning, who now identifies himself as female named Chelsea.  Manning is serving 35 years in prison for espionage and has demanded “gender confirming healthcare” from the federal prison system.

Manning’s words express the current social trend toward personal self-expression and identity definition by homosexuals, bisexuals, lesbians, pansexuals, and transgenders

In fact, re-identification knows no boundaries.

Rachel Dolezol, a Caucasian woman from Spokane, Washington, was recently exposed as posing as an African-American woman.  She is an activist and was President of her local NAACP chapter.  Her ethnicity is German and Czech.  She is being called “transracial” and says, “I identify as a black woman.”

A man named Chris identifies as disabled, and confines himself to a wheelchair, although he is able-bodied.  “I feel like I have the wrong body.  I identity as a guy in a wheelchair.”

Believe it or not, there are actually people who identify as being animals.  They’re called “otherkin,” which refers to being born into the wrong body.  Not just body parts, but the wrong species!

So, I decided it’s time I “come out” and publicly define my identity.

(1) I am a homo sapien.  A human being.  I’m not an animal.  I did not evolve from a chimpanzee or pond scum.  I’m a part of the human race that God created on the sixth day of creation (Gen. 1:26).

(2) I am a male.  In the beginning God created  them male and female. (Gen 1:27).  There are only two genders.  And God made me a male.  He “formed my inward parts; (and God) knitted me together in my mother’s womb.” (Ps 29:13)

(3) I am created in the image of God.  I’m  not a “little god.”  But I’m a “partaker of the divine nature” (2 Pet 1:4).  I have a spirit given to me by God and when I die I will return to God (Eccl. 12:7).  My body is only a shell to house the soul.  I will live on in eternity.

(4) I am a Christian.  I’ve been born-again.  I’m a Believer.  I am not a cultist but an unashamed Christ follower. .  He’s my savior. My Lord.  My King.  I’m not perfect, but I’m pardoned by His grace.  I’m not faultless, but I’m forgiven.

(5) I am a Citizen.  I was born in Indiana.  So I am a citizen of the United States of America.  As a patriotic person, I seek to honor my country, obey its laws, pray for its leaders, and respect others.

However, I am a citizen of a greater Kingdom.  God’s Kingdom.  It is a spiritual kingdom.  An eternal Kingdom.  And I am guided by its laws that even transcend the laws of man (John 18:36; Phil 3:20; Acts 5:29)

(6) I am a Son, Husband and Father.  I’ve been blessed with a good family.  Godly parents.  A faithful, devoted wife.  Loving children.  And precious grandchildren.  I am keenly conscious that all those family relationships are ordained by God and guided by His Word (Eph. 5:22-6:4)

(7) I am a Preacher.  It’s not just what I do.  It’s who I am.  I’m privileged to preach the gospel of Christ.  To share His timeless message of grace, mercy and love (Eph 2:-10) And to proclaim the Good News that offers salvation from sin (Rom 1:16-17)

(8) I am Not Racist or Xenophobic.  My God “has made from one blood every nation of men to dwell on all the face of the earth” (Acts 17:26).  The blood of Christ and the gospel message is not limited by race, ethnicity or national heritage.  And neither is my care, concern and compassion for other people.

(9) I am Not a Hater or Homophobe.   Like God, I seek to love all people.  Even those who despise Him, deny Him, and degrade themselves before Him.  He is “longsuffering, not willing that any should perish, but that all should come to repentance (2 Pet. 3:9).  So do I.  My condemnation of sin should not and does not identify me as hater, but a helper.  With God’s gospel I want  to help others out of a sinful life to a sanctified life in Christ.

Well, that’s who I am!  Please don’t try to redefine my identity!

–Ken Weliever, The Preacherman


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5 responses to “9 Ways I Define My Identity

  1. Trying to define someone else’s identity is such a time waster. It takes you away from things you should accomplish. It causes you to give someone else more attention than necessary. Instead focus on you. Better yourself. Spend your time more wisely by leaving others to define themselves.

  2. It is better to define oneself by the way one is. And it is better to accept who were are rather than posing as someone we are not for the sake of benefits. I liked the way you have defines yourself.

  3. Billie

    AMEN – I am really disheartened about what is happening in our country around us. We really need to pray for our children and grandchildren, as they are growing up in a much different world today than we did, back in the good old days.

  4. Amen to this! I’m glad to see someone who is not afraid to tackle these issues in an understanding and sympathetic way.

  5. Jonatha Hoffman

    This commentary is a microcosm of your usual over reaching concern with everyone else in the world. Concern yourself with yourself. There is absolutely zero effect on your life if someone identifies as transgender or a male or a female or even an animal. Seriously. Who cares? You self identify as a “preacher”. Your humble-bragging about how you’re “privileged to preach” is typical and laughable. You decided to do this. No one chose you. Somewhere in your life, you decided that you couldn’t cut it in the man’s world of business and decided that you think so highly of your own opinions so as to seek monetary compensation from congregations to pay you to hear said opinions. So your self identification decisions are actually costing people money when you think about it. “Priviliged” is just humble brag for “I decided to”. However, none of these people that you condemn are hurting anyone….or living in your judgment, nor concern themselves with the decisions that you make for your own life. I feel so sorry for you. Sitting at your computer, literally wasting your life, time and energy worrying about what everyone else is doing with their lives. Go take your wife on a date. Call your children and ask them how their day was. Read a book. Travel to a new city and explore it. I think this is the last time I’ll stop by. It’s starting to depress me on behalf of the life that you could’ve had.

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