From Aaron: Today I am happy to bring you a guest post from my new friend Tim Gallen (@tim_gallen on the twitters). He is a fantastic writer, a cool dude, and someone I enjoy talking with. His journey lately has been allot like mine, becoming more comfortable in the sink we live in. I think you’ll enjoy what he has to say.
“Who am I? / Can I conceal myself for evermore?” – “Who am I?” Les Miserables
“Who am I, that the Bright and Morning Star would choose to light the way for my ever wandering heart” – “Who am I?” Casting Crowns
Hello. If we haven’t met before, you may be wondering who I am. Well, my name’s Tim Gallen. Like a gallon of milk, but with an “e.”
I’m a writer.
I’m a blogger.
I’m a husband.
I’m a man.
I’m a son.
I’m a dude.
I’m a brother.
I’m a dreamer.
I’m a geek.
I’m a nerd.
I’m a regular guy.
But do any of those nouns really tell you who I am?
Who am I, really?
This question has stuck around in the back of my mind for much of my life. You’d think having lived with myself for the past (nearly) 30 years, I’d be more ready with the answer.
Of course, if you’re anything like me, you probably understand when I say this: Ha!
Though I can spout off any number of adjectives, titles, nouns, and other words in an attempt to answer the question, the true answer proves to be elusive. Over the years, I have spent godawful amounts of time denying who I really am. Instead of joyfully embracing the person I am, I have pursued any number of identities I believed to be better than the one I was given.
I’m pretty sure I’m not alone in this. Who hasn’t been tempted or attracted by the identities and lives of others and pursued them, only to realize that empty feeling was still there upon achieving them?
In my pursuit of an answer to the question “Who am I?” I have long pursued answers that denied who I really am. Answers that required me to wear masks.
Of course, those in the world who may not know us well might not think twice upon coming face to face with the masks we wear. They might even be completely fooled.
But we can never fool ourselves.
Our true identities know when we’re smothering them. They cry out for air and recognition.
We may hear them. We may not.
Regardless, deep down we know when we’re trying to fuck with ourselves by pursuing a false identity.
Very few things hurt like living a lie.
Despite that stinging sensation that pricks our souls, despite those cries of anguish emitting from our hearts, far too many of us accept the lies as truth.
Jesus was born and died so we might be able to give up the lies and accept His truth. For He is the true answer to all our questions.
So, who am I?
I’m Tim, a beloved child of God, imbued with the strength and courage to accept and live out the identity and life He has embedded into my heart and soul. Every day, I
Who are you?
Tim Gallen is a blogger and writer who is “on a journey of recovery, rediscovery and irreverence.” He’s also just an awesome guy. Make sure you go read and subscribe to The Daily Gallen.