I am different.
Not in a ‘I am more special or better than others kind of way’,
but in a ‘I am myself and therefore unique’ way.
I don’t have to like what everybody else likes.
As a matter of fact I mustn’t.
The body, you see, is made from so many different parts and pieces.
Me living as me, you living as you – it’s a matter of life and death.
If encountering me in my uniqueness was called to inspire and stir the next president or nobel price winner, or other sort of world changer and I withhold it for fear of man, wouldn’t that be a disaster?
Notice, I use the word uniqueness, NOT individualism.
Uniqueness is what makes me – ME.
It’s that I love Hillsong Conference and a couple of weeks at the monastery in the same way.
Uniqueness that knows it exists for the praise and exaltation of God, in submission to HIM couldn’t be any further from individualisms.
Individualism seeks only its own – whatever the cost. It does not care about contributing to the collective and though it knows a form of empathy, it is always with SELF at the centre.
Uniqueness on the other hand, is fully self and unique, yet knows it is nothing on its own. It needs the collective and contributes to it and through that, paints a beautiful picture of what it means to be diverse but ONE.