Who do you say I am?


This is the question Jesus Christ asked the question, “Who do you say I am?” and He got different answers. These misunderstandings of who He was eventually led to Him being crucified.

This is exactly what is happening to a lot of people today – people distort your character, your words and your intentions. Anything you write on the pages of life gets rewritten by society simply because you’ve been boxed in a certain box – for them you’re a square peg in a round hole but to yourself you’re just yourself.

This is how we crucify each other, and what makes it more painful is that we are nailed to those crosses, pierced with those spears and given that vinegar to drink but we don’t die immediately, we’re not put out of the misery immediately. One part of the body is forced to watch the other part die a slow and painful death or you are forced to live with a paralysis most probably for the rest of your life – the heart is forced to watch as love dies or a person is forced to live with the fear of living their life the way they will.

In life we need more understanding to tackle misunderstandings. If only people would stop assuming and start asking the right questions then everyone would be able to exercise good character judgement.

I have a friend who I’ve known for 9 years now – I’ll be the first to admit that he is a handful and he’ll get on your nerves if you allow him. To live with him in harmony you have to be very a patient person and be paternal or maternal with him. He is the most misunderstood person I’ve ever known, it’s like people have been negatively sensitized against him in a huge way.

He’s quite a lovable person, he’s very bubbly but his only problem is that he has greatly mistaken arrogance for confidence – how many people do we know who are like that but no one makes it their personal and deliberate mission to misunderstand them. In a lot of people’s eyes there is absolutely nothing that he says or does right, people are refusing to see the good in him. And how he has chosen to deal with this situation in his life is quite painful – firstly he has deliberately blinded himself from seeing reality, he is trying too hard to fit in to a group of people who don’t want him, this is only putting his life in harm’s way; secondly behind closed doors he drowns his sorrows like some people do now and then, it’s not a sin but he has a recurring respiratory tract infection so this drinking is detrimental to his health. With him as well, a part of him will be dead and another will be paralysed – it’s quite hurting to watch someone you care about forsake themselves just to fit in to a group of people who are simply unwilling to take the time to understand him, sometimes I wish I could transfer my understanding of him into them but we all know what’s good for goose isn’t always good for the gander.

This is my experience of people who crucify others for things they’re not guilty of – can’t human beings just be a little bit nicer to one another…

How often, you wonder, has the direction of your life been shaped by such misunderstandings? How many opportunities
have you been denied or for that matter, awarded because someone failed to see you properly? How many friends have you lost, how many have you gained, because they glimpsed some element of your personality that shone through for only an instant, and in circumstances you could never reproduce? An illusion of water shimmering at the far bend of a highway.