The Most Different “Person” I Know

We are told that no two snowflakes are exactly alike, and I marvel at that thought. How can it possibly be true? How many trillions of snowflakes–is there even a word to describe numbers that huge?–have fallen over the centuries in various parts of the world? And none of them have ever been exact duplicates? How can that possibly be?

We’re also told that no two fingerprints are identical. So that logically means that no two people are exactly alike, either. They might look alike, but the fingerprints would still make them individuals. That thought amazes me as much as the individuality of snowflakes.

Because I was adopted and know virtually nothing about my heritage or my birth family background, I don’t know whether I have any siblings. Or whether we would look sufficiently similar for people to look at us and say, “Say, are you brothers?” or “Are you brother and sister?” No matter how much alike we might look, however, we would still be individuals.

It’s weird enough that, while working at Target, another fellow whose job apparently took him to various Targets looked so much like me that I label this picture “Target twins.”

Yet, despite our similarities, there’s no telling how different we were in every other way.

The Bible talks about God knowing the hairs of our heads. If He knows that much about each and every one of us, He’s even more amazing than my ability to comprehend.

He designed each one of us to be the way we are, and I don’t believe He even had to stop and think about how to make us all different. God is that creative. As if the existence of the world we live in isn’t proof of that.

The Bible says He made us in His image. Not that we look like Him; God is spirit. But we have many of His attributes. But none of us has any of His attributes down as perfectly as He does. Even though I like to think of myself as creative, my creativity doesn’t begin to match God’s.

So, no matter how different human beings are from one another, how much more God differs from us. It’s no wonder we can’t comprehend Him perfectly. He’s too far beyond our ability to understand. We don’t have the words or the numbers or the concepts to describe God adequately.

I can’t even understand how He could love us enough for Jesus to die on the cross to pay for our sins. Yet, though Jesus, I know God as well as I’m capable of knowing Him. It’s no wonder I think of Him as “the most different ‘person’ I know.”

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Roger

          

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Who Are You?

I wonder how many times I’ve listened to The Who singing “Who Are You?” at the beginning of every episode of the CSI: Crime Scene Investigation television show. “Who are you? I really wanna know.”  I can hear it in my head now. Can’t you?

Kind of a weird song, but the part used on the show is highly effective because it has a double meaning in the context of a crime show. Since each episode involves identifying the murder victim, that person’s identity ultimately answers the “Who are you?” question. The question can also be addressed to the killer, though, who desperately needs to be identified and stopped before committing any more murders.

I was talking with my wife, Kathleen, about that recently. More specifically, I asked her how she would respond to the question “What are you?” and what she saw as the difference between “Who are you?” and “What are you?”

I foolishly thought she would respond the same way a man would when meeting someone new and being asked, “What are you?” Surely she would answer “a telecom analyst” or “a crocheter.” Or maybe “Mo and Trina’s mother.”

Nope. Not how women think. Instead, she got down to basics. “I am a human being.” The rest of our discussion was too confusing to go into here, but it was interesting. So much for writing about the difference between “Who are you?” and “What are you?”

On the “About Me” page on my website, RogerBruner.com, I have a link to HowManyOfMe.com. It’s a nifty place to enter your first and last names and see how many people in the United States have the same name.  There are actually thirty instances of Roger Bruner, but 520,918 of Roger without regard to the last name, and 18,475 of Bruner without considering the first name.

So identifying myself only as Roger Bruner doesn’t automatically eliminate confusion between me and some other Roger Bruner. HowManyOfMe.com doesn’t allow for checking middle names or initials, but if it did, searching on Roger E. Bruner would probably come close to confirming me as an individual. And searching for Roger Ellis Bruner might really do the trick.

Then again, since there are 40,444 people having Ellis as a first name, I suppose it’s possible one of those other Roger Bruners might have Ellis as a middle name.

But you know what? All of that really doesn’t matter. They say no two people have the same fingerprints. And they say no two people are exactly alike otherwise.

God could’ve created people who were exactly alike, but that wouldn’t have reflected well on His role as Creator. Using a cookie cutter method to create people wouldn’t require any creativity at all.

But God is creative. More creative than I–or you–can ever imagine. No matter how much alike we are in various ways, I enjoy knowing that I’m truly one of a kind. Before I was conceived, God knew who I would be and what I would be like. So I thank Him daily for every one of those characteristics that distinguishes me from other people. Characteristics that are far more important than my name.

And that helps me to accept myself the way I am more easily. Yes, having more hair would be nice. Being permanently slim would be even nicer, and I could go on listing things about myself I might be tempted not to like. But the bottom line is this is the way God made me. I shouldn’t dishonor his handiwork by complaining about any of my characteristics.

Do you look at some of your traits with regret or do you accept yourself as you are–totally? How about leaving a comment?

NOTE: Various people have complained about not being able to find or leave comments. Go all the way to the bottom of this post, beneath my “Best regards, Roger.” On the very bottom line of that last section just above the previous post you’ll see “Leave a Comment” if yours will be the first or “X Comments,” where  X denotes the number of existing comments.

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Roger