What Made You Who You Are?

For the last 2, maybe 3-years I have listened to Montgomery Gentry’s song titled, “Long Line of Losers.” I had loved it, and still do, however it was not till about a week ago that something hit me while being in the library studying and listening to the song. Something so simple, but yet so glorious in the Gospel that I had over looked in this song.

 

Here are the lyrics,

“Granddaddy was Irish Cherokee, Ran moonshine from here to Tennessee, Spent half his life in the Montgomery county jail. Grandma she got drunk and left, All her kids on her mamas front steps, Nobody´s heard from her since she hightailed.

I come from a long line of losers, Half outlaw half boozers , I was born with a shot glass in my hand, I´m part hippie a little red neck, I´m always a suspect, My blood line made me who I am.

Daddy never finished school, But he shot one mean game of pool, Took a bullet for stealin´ cars down in Birmingham. Mama always went to church. But we soon found out what her reasons were. She got caught at the local motel with the preacher man

I come from a long line of losers, Half outlaw half boozers , I was born with a shot glass in my hand, I´m part hippie a little red neck, I´m always a suspect, My blood line made me who I am. (3X’s)

I come from a long line of losers……”

Now I am sure the many of you that read this blog cannot see how possibly such song lyrics as this could be enjoyable, let alone mean anything to you personally. However for myself, I love it. I love the beat, the words speak to my own life, where I came from and where I spent the most part of my life growing up back home in Ashland Ohio, I simply love hearing about what made me who I am today, where I came from and actually songs that speak about where people really come from in life.

Yet what hit me last week is that the long line of losers in my own family (not all of them), the outlaw half boozers on the one side, to my own hippie aunt, from my little red neck family on the east side of Kentucky (where the grass is really blue), my suspect past history and yes even my family had for so long been my identification, who I was, what made me, me. However they did not make me who I am.

For setting in the library studying writing and working on my thesis it dawn on me that who I am is found in Jesus Christ and not that of my human history and human nature.

I am adopted, justified, chosen, forgiven, and have direct access to the throne of grace:

  • John 1:12 – I am God’s Child.
  • John 15:15 – As a disciple, I am a friend of Jesus Christ.
  • Romans 5:1 I have been justified.
  • 1 Corinthians 6:17 I am united with the Lord, and I am one with Him in spirit.
  • 1 Corinthians 6:19-20 I have been bought with a price and I belong to God.
  • 1 Corinthians 12:27 I am a member of Christ’s body.
  • Ephesians 1:3-8 I have been chosen by God and adopted as His child.
  • Colossians 1:13-14 I have been redeemed and forgiven of all my sins.
  • Colossians 2:9-10 I am complete in Christ.
  • Hebrews 4:14-16 I have direct access to the throne of grace through Jesus Christ.

I am secure, saved, sealed and filled with the Spirit:

  • Romans 8:1-2 I am free from condemnation.
  • Romans 8:28 I am assured that God works for my good in all circumstances.
  • Romans 8:31-39 I am free from any condemnation brought against me and I cannot be separated from the love of God.
  • 2 Corinthians 1:21-22 I have been established, anointed and sealed by God.
  • Colossians 3:1-4 I am hidden with Christ in God.
  • Philippians 1:6 I am confident that God will complete the good work He started in me.
  • Philippians 3:20 I am a citizen of heaven.
  • 2 Timothy 1:7 I have not been given a spirit of fear but of power, love and a sound mind.
  • 1 John 5:18 I am born of God and the evil one cannot touch me.

I am significant, seated with Christ, and I am a workmanship of the Lord’s Kingdom:

  • John 15:5 I am a branch of Jesus Christ, the true vine, and a channel of His life.
  • John 15:16 I have been chosen and appointed to bear fruit.
  • 1 Corinthians 3:16 I am God’s temple.
  • 2 Corinthians 5:17-21 I am a minister of reconciliation for God.
  • Ephesians 2:6 I am seated with Jesus Christ in the heavenly realm.
  • Ephesians 2:10 I am God’s workmanship.
  • Ephesians 3:12 I may approach God with freedom and confidence.

I guess after thinking about it, the past history of a man means nothing after they have called out from the world by God. I then sit there in the library thinking, that it was not my human blood line that made me who I am, but Hebrews 9:14, “how much more will the blood of Christ, who through the eternal Spirit offered himself without blemish to God, purify our conscience from dead works to serve the living God.” For it was Christ blood that purchased me that made me who I am.

In case you actually wanted to hear the song I have posted it below.


My Saving Grace

As those that know me, know I love country music. So maybe you’ll enjoy this short story and maybe you won’t.

It was the other night studying in the library I was listening to a newer country singer (Jamey Johnson) that I enjoy because of his at times because of his rebel sound, much like that of the 70’s and 80’s. A good many of times I never at all listen to the lyrics, I am either typing, reading, walking around the library researching with head phones and the music/beat/sound of twang is just there in my ears because I enjoy it. However it was getting late and I sit back listening to the lyrics of a song called “My Saving Grace” and how it hit me personally and that of my own life that God has planned for me in my upbringing.

Now I have no idea of Jamey Johnson’s eternal state with Christ. However if he is not a believer, than it is God’s common grace that allows him (and the many others) to sing of His special grace in the gospel that amazes me time and time again.

However as my mother made me go to church, and the stories of my drunkard father that would come home and abuse my mother, such lyrics as these speak to my own personal life in how God uses a number of situations to bring one to the Gospel of Jesus Christ in the Church.

“Daddy’s bourbon breath was strong as gasoline, An’ it seemed to fuel the rage he had inside. He’d come home just burnin’, Mad an’ drunk an’ mean an’ raisin’ hell on a Saturday night. Momma’d lock us up in her bedroom, He’d be lyin’ in the hallway on our way to Sunday school. They both, in their own way became my savin’ grace. Daddy passed out with his demons: Momma passed the offerin’ plate. An’ she’d cry out to Heaven: “Protect this son of mine,” While Daddy kept the devil off my back, By takin’ up his time.

Momma said: “Nobody’s perfect,” as we walked into Church, To ask the Good Lord to forgive him, again. I still recall that sermon, I hung on every word. That’s when I learned just exactly what a Father really meant. And the Angels and the people gathered round, I was standin’ in that water when that Preacher laid me down.

They both, in their own way became my savin’ grace. Daddy passed out with his demons: Momma passed the offerin’ plate. An’ she’d cry out to Heaven: “Protect this son of mine,” While Daddy kept the devil off my back, By takin’ up his time. An’ Daddy kept the devil off my back… By takin’ up his time.”