Fingerprints and Finding Your IdenTity

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At a crime scene, the police check for fingerprints, because they know that fingerprints reveal a person’s identity.

Do you know, I spent years of my life searching for my identity? But no matter where I looked, it was nowhere to be found.

When I was 13, I tried to find my identity by being a punk rocker. If you’d been on the scene when I was a punk in Salford, you’d have seen me. I had spiky hair, pins in my ripped shirt. I wore PVC pants. You can imagine, I looked nice! I used to go to Snoopy’s Youth Club. Looking angry. Doing the pogo to the Sex Pistols. All fun, but I didn’t find my identity.

So when I left school, I tried to find my identity by becoming one of the boys in Manchester, going in all the clubs in town. Wearing designer clothes. Walking with my feet at ten-to-two, like proper Mancs do! It was good to feel like I was one of the boys, but I still didn’t find my identity.

I started to take drugs thinking that I might find my identity there. But as you can imagine, that didn’t happen. Instead, I found myself hearing voices for 9 years. Doctors call it ‘amphetamine psychosis’.

Then I tried to find my identity by getting into house music. There was a period of my life when I would spend all day practising DJing on my Technics 1200s turntables.

I had tried to find my identity in so many places!

Once, I arrived to speak at Forest Bank Prison. They have a fingerprint scanner at the gate. To get in, you put your finger on it. This time, I put my finger on it and up on the screen came the words – IDENTITY NOT FOUND!

This was me. No matter where I looked, I couldn’t find my identity.

Fingerprints reveal your identity. And I spent years searching for mine!

And then something happened. I had an unexpected experience in a church! And within a few days I had found my true identity, which is in God!

God’s instruction book, the Bible, tells me: ‘I’m a Child of God.’ ‘I’m in Christ.’ ‘I’m a member of God’s family.’ ‘I’m His special possession.’

Now, at long last, I’ve found my identity! Because God revealed it to me! I still like to wear designer clothes, but my identity is not found in them. It’s found in God. I don’t need to be one of the Manchester boys anymore, because I’m one of God’s boys now!

What about you? Have you been searching for your identity? Have you been trying to find it in all the wrong places? Listen, that search can stop, right now!

Fingerprints reveal your identity. God reveals your true identity. And God can reveal yours to you!

Barry

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