I work in the a local hospital where I
live and every so often we get a patient that we know nothing about.
They are brought in unconscious, with no I.D. In the medical
profession when we don't know anything about a patient we call them
John Doe or Jane Doe. It tells everyone that comes in contact with
that particular patient that we know nothing about this person. It is
somewhat disheartening to hear a person described that way.
What if you you don't know who you
were? Put yourself in the other person's shoes for a minute. No one
knows anything about you. You are nameless. All anyone knows is what
they see in front of them.
This begs the question, aren't we all
just a John or Jane Doe? When you look at me all you see is what I
want you to see. If you're lucky I will take you a little deeper into
my small world, but most people aren't that lucky. We are not
faceless or nameless, but we are unknown unless we want to be known.
A few years ago my wife and I were
living a perfect little life in a two bedroom, rundown old duplex. We
had been married only two or three years, but we were happy. Well, at
least one of us was happy. Oh, I was very happy to be married and I
loved my wife, but I was hiding. I had been hiding for more than 10
years.
When I was 12 years old I was
introduced to pornography. From the first time I saw it I was hooked.
I simply couldn't break its hold on me. No one knew. I never let
anyone into that part of my life.
One day in the fall of 2008 I couldn't
hold it inside anymore. I had to let my secret out to the one person
it was hurting the most and she didn't even know it. One day after my
wife got home from work I told her my struggle with porn. My wife was
deeply hurt by my confession, but I was the one that did most of the
crying that day.
There was a relief that I had never
experienced before and such emotion I had never let myself feel
before. My wife simply held me while I sat and cried for what seemed
like hours. She told me she loved me and that she would help me in
anyway she could.
On that fall day in 2008 I became known
by one person in this world. To be known is to let all your crap be
seen. To my wife I was no longer a John Doe, I was Aaron her husband.
She now knew the real me.
To let someone truly know who you are
is so scary. I had overwhelming fear before I opened up to my wife.
But, before I opened up to her I opened up first to someone else. In
fact, I couldn't help it. He already knew who I truly was.
Jesus Christ, the one person who allows
us to truly know Him through his book, the bible, already knows who
we really are. How can He know what we are hiding? Because He created
us. He knows everything about us.
When you feel like there is no one who
knows your name, no one who knows who you are; you can trust that
Jesus Christ know your name and he knows your every weakness and
deepest darkest secret. There is nothing you tell Him that He has
never heard or seen before. In the bible Jesus was routinely seen
talking with prostitutes, money launderers, and murders. Do you get
it? He knew exactly who He was with.
Went you figure out that you are known
by just one person it makes it much easier to open up to another
person, and another.
To be known is to be truly loved. Your
no longer just loved for what you are on the outside, but you are
loved in spite of what is on the inside.
'And
behold, some people brought to him a paralytic, lying on a bed. And
when Jesus saw their faith, he said to the paralytic, 'Take heart, my
son; your sins are forgiven.” And behold, some of the scribes said
to themselves, “This man is blaspheming.” But Jesus, knowing
their
thoughts, said,“Why do you think evil in your hearts?”
(Matthew 9:2-9 ESV)
