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Think-About-It #4

I'm a pro at being distracted. I'm supposed to be writing a book report (I thought those were for, like, middle school...apparently not), and I am writing it. It's because of the book that I'm chasing the squirrel (UP? Remember the dog? Whatever.) to write this.

The book I'm reading is The Culture Code by Clotaire Rapaille. It's about the unconscious descriptors and causes we assign to things in our culture.  For example, the American culture code for "car" is "identity", while the German culture code for "car" is "engineering".  Americans are more concerned with how the car makes them look than with how it's built.

I just got to the chapter on Money and Work. According to Rapaille, the code for "work" is "who you are".  Sadly, I think he's right on.  How many people find their identity in what they do, even if they don't like it?  How often do we make snap judgments based what their line of work is?  Guilty.

Our identity shouldn't and isn't found in what we do to put food on the table (or what we do that won't put food on the table for several years, as is the case with college students).  Our identity is found in Christ and in His purpose for our life.  My purpose isn't to design nice stuff that I (will someday) charge lots of money for (my FREElance won't be free forever. Just warning you.), it's to reach the people that I come in contact with for Christ.  My identity is a child of the King, not a computer geek.  That may be how I earn money, but it's not what I do and it's not who I am.

Who are you?

"I have been crucified with Christ and I no longer live, but Christ lives in me. The life I now live in the body, I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave himself for me.  Galatians 2:20

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