Who Am I? Why Am I Here?

I don't think that I have ever laughed out loud as I did during the 1992 Vice Presidential Debate when Admiral Stockdale uttered the words, "Who am I? Why am I here?" It was humorous because he was not a politician, relatively unknown, and yet he was in the political spotlight. The question, however, is actually quite profound. Who am I? Why am I here?” This questions drives philosophers to think and minstrels to sing, each inquiring about that one thing: “Who am I and why am I here?” To answer that question we must look to God. David inquired of God, “When I consider your heavens, the work of your fingers, the moon and the stars, which you have ordained; What is man that you take thought of him, and the son of man that you care for him?” (Ps. 8:3-4) Who am I and why am I here?

I am a child of the Living King. Before any other descriptor I am a child of God. Everything else is an adjective - American, Black, man - I am a Christian, and I am unashamed of the gospel of Jesus Christ. I am an evangelist, an apologist, a student at The Southern Baptist Theological Seminary, unemployed at the moment, and wholly dependent upon the grace of God.

Who am I?

I am a refugee from the lair of Lions' fans. I was born and raised in Detroit, but I learned early in life (circa 1979) that the Lions were not about winning championships. This was around the time that I developed a visceral loathing for the Dallas Cowboys who began calling themselves America's Team, and since the Steelers were consistently beating the Cowboys I jumped on the Steeler bandwagon and never jumped off.

But why am I here?

I am here because of who I am. I am a Christian. I am a Steeler fan. And if you're reading this then that probably applies to you too. Welcome home.