“I’ve proven who I am so many times, the magnetic strips worn thin. And each time I was someone else, and everyone got taken in.”
Writing the lines out in black and white does rob them of their power, somehow. It’s a lyric from a Bruce Cockburn song, and everytime I hear the lines I’m taken aback by what Bruce has compressed into what seems a string of throwaway words. I suppose you need to listen to and sit alongside where he is singing from. The song is ‘pacing the cage.’
It’s not about him being a master of disguise, and a sad but successful international spy! It’s about realising he has not been true to himself, and pondering if his identity has been wiped away. Bit philosophical, if I say it that way, that’s why I’m impressed with his wordmanship (poetry!)
Who we are is often hidden, damaged, deflected, squashed. Deflated. Stolen!
It’s love what does it. Being loved recovers identity, unleashes a force strong enough to straighten the dents, has the power to silence lying voices. Is more powerful than death. Restores innocence.
“I have come that they may have life, and have it abundantly.”
Never mind the abundantly, accepting and receiving the love Jesus is, growing in it, gives life, which is intricately linked to identity. Nothing else unfolds us, affects people who know us by truth.
Doesn’t matter how worn the magnetic strip is. The maker does not forget his work.