The story...
Yesterday, I listened to a guest speaker describe his perceived value of knowing the difference between his imagined self and his real self. Yes, we all likely developed and refined an image of who we were to "better" cope with the realities of life.
Our need to belong to, or fit in with, any group often leads to a sort of group think - a place where pleasing people and conforming to group norms is very important. Bruce Lee describes his value of expressing himself within the following video.
Isn't it best to belong to and fit into the group that you identify with? Isn't it polite and respectful to think and behave like the group? You did have some control over the decision to join the group and possibly even become a "member."
Visitors to the only church in town will likely find a different world view - a place where they might express a more true self. It seems they'd start with themselves, then with others, and ideally with God too. Or, it could be another place where they'd merely conform to the new group norms - if they feel group acceptance then they're okay? Maybe they aren't okay if they merely fit in.
For me, it seems that we'd all want to be our true selves walking in a actual relationship with our Creator and God - being okay each day and expectantly living with eternity in view. Yet, that means that our imagined self would need to be transformed in a sort of death. Our imagined self, or ego, seems to want an environment that conforms with, and bolsters, this image that's been developed and refined throughout a lifetime.
Just for today...
"'But he knew what I expected,' not realizing that it may have been precisely for this reason that he rebelled and acted otherwise." One Day at a Time (p. 217)
"Since my parents were my main authorities in my life until then, I expected my boss to treat me the same way my parents did. I acted on the expectation by shutting down in fear. If I felt uncomfortable about something in the workplace, I kept quiet. When I felt my employee rights were violated, I stuffed my anger." Hope for Today (p. 217)
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