Welcome to my randomized study & miscellaneous thoughts about the Awesome God of the universe, who He is and what He wants us to be.

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Verse of the Day

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Today's Quote

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Who Are U?

I hear this song's lyrics weekly..."Who are you? Who, who? Who, who?" For those familar with the show, it's the theme song played for the original CSI show. For those of us old enough to remember, it is also the cry of a generation as originally offered by The Who.

It can be a disconcerting question. It can be a question that has an ever changing answer in this world in which we live. "Who am I"? Sounds like the next book in the Dr. Suess line of children's books. "I am me...who are you?" So who am I? And how do I know it? What grounds my identity - what's the foundation built upon? Is it my past that makes me who I am? My experiences, trials, tribulations? The victories and defeats? I believe partly it is. Is it my heritage? My family, my roots, my lineage? Potentially. What about the influences upon me today? My job, community, friends and family? They all help to shape and mold me as well. Then there's my desires, my emotions, my dreams. They too make up part of who I am as well.

But history is only as influential as I allow it to be. My perspective on history can change, I can supress things of the past in order to create a reality that I wished were true. And the job, community, friends, emotions and dreams can all easily come and go, change and re-change.

In the early 1990's, I was a young chemist who had recently been promoted to lab manager. James Cagney said it best in the 1949 movie "White Heat", I was "on top of the world, Ma! Top of the world!"

Who I was was directly and proportionally related to what I did and how well I did it! I had a neat job, good pay, no real cares in the world!

Then I met a beautiful, young lady and fell in love. The next year we married. Who I was changed. And my motivation did as well. You see, shortly after we got married, I lost this "dream" job and was no longer "that person" anymore. I wasn't the young chemist, the lab manager. So who was I? What I did was so important to how I saw myself, that without the position, I didn't know who I was. It took awhile to work out within myself, but God is patient..and God is kind. He desired me to see who He believes that I am. We can chat about that later.

Who are you? Your identity is tied to something also. What is? Is it solid or ever changing? Let's chat about that too...

The Who wrote about it in their song. It's a cry for something more. Something better . Something different. As they sang, "there's got to be another way." And there is. For those that care, here's the lyrics:


Who are you?
Who, who, who, who?
Who are you?
Who, who, who, who?
Who are you?
Who, who, who, who?
Who are you?
Who, who, who, who?

I woke up in a Soho doorway
A policeman knew my name
He said "You can go sleep at home tonight
If you can get up and walk away"

I staggered back to the underground
And the breeze blew back my hair
I remember throwin' punches around
And preachin' from my chair

chorus:
Well, who are you? (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?)
I really wanna know (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?)
Tell me, who are you? (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?)
'Cause I really wanna know (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?)

I took the tube back out of town
Back to the Rollin' Pin
I felt a little like a dying clown
With a streak of Rin Tin Tin

I stretched back and I hiccupped
And looked back on my busy day
Eleven hours in the Tin Pan
God, there's got to be another way

Who are you?
Ooh wa ooh wa ooh wa ooh wa ...

Who are you?
Who, who, who, who?
Who are you?
Who, who, who, who?
Who are you?
Who, who, who, who?
Who are you?
Who, who, who, who?

(chorus)

I know there's a place you walked
Where love falls from the trees
My heart is like a broken cup
I only feel right on my knees

I spit out like a sewer hole
Yet still recieve your kiss
How can I measure up to anyone now
After such a love as this?

(chorus)


love, peace & joy,
dr. larry
scribbled with crayon by dr. larry at 8:16 AM