Growing up, being half welsh, there were always some welsh cakes to be found in a tin in the kitchen if you felt peckish. They remind me of some special people; my Mam, my Grandma and some good welsh friends. For an excellent welsh cake, in my books, it has to be a little undercooked in the middle, with plenty of sultanas (and ONLY sultanas, none of the mixed peel or chocolate chips please) and baked on a griddle. Mmmm!
With it being St David's day yesterday I decided to make some in celebration. Making up the mixture is relatively easy. It is the baking which requires time and patience and even then it is hard to get them just right. It was easier to put it off, so I procrastinated for a bit and started to write this.
Identity is what makes us who we are, it is what defines us. Embracing my (half)-welsh identity is something I only do from time to time, like St David's day. It's something that is not always evident and to be honest I wouldn't make a point of telling people about it. Sadly though, much of the time, my true identity is not apparent either. This identity that I'm talking about is as a citizen of a future kingdom, the kingdom of heaven.
Christians have this identity because the ruler of this heavenly kingdom, Jesus, has enabled us to enter citizenship by coming to earth and providing a way in. He frees us from our failures and enables us to live a life of faith, with a sure hope now and forever. If I truly grasped the greatness of this gift of new identity, how could I hide it?
"For I am not ashamed of the gospel, for it is the power of God for salvation to everyone who believes...for in it the righteousness of God is revealed from faith for faith, as it is written 'The righteous shall live by faith'" Romans 1:16-17
Where is your identity?
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