We all define ourselves by things: our physical being, our mental state, our surroundings, our memories, our experiences, our faith. Determining the dominant factor that defines us evolves discerning our most valuable and precious possessions; the things you base your life around, your morals around, your soul around.

I wish that I could say in truth that my faith, my belief in God the father, was my most defining aspect. I wish that I, like every other human being on earth, did not put so much stock in visible and physical things. I wish that I could resist temptation perfectly and follow my father’s laws flawlessly. I wish that I could be satisfied with the world and live content with God’s promise of perfect grace and salvation. That would be the perfect world in human eyes with human goals. That is not reality, that would not fulfill the goals of my Father.

If I were the perfect Christian I would say that my life is defined by my faith. I am far, far, from perfect, and because of that sobering fact I must confess that I dwell much more on my physical and selfish state. I define myself sorrowfully now with my physicality, my manhood, and my passion. These things I base my identity on, these things I knowingly and unknowingly obsess with. Today, there is such little perceptible difference between professed Christians and non-Christians.