ME TO A TEE

Who is like Me? - Isaiah 44:7a (NASB)

      Ever since Harold had gotten home form the mall where his petition drive failed miserably his mind had been occupied with the idea of another self. “I really need to think this through.” Harold said to himself as he was getting ready for bed. “What if I were to find another me? What would he have to be like?”

     “Well,” Harold said as he slipped off his dirty shirt and through it in a wad in the corner, “To be like me, he would definitely have to be a boy. The world has way to many girls in it. In fact, they should make a law banning all girls form the planet except for maybe, mom. Yes, he would definitely have to be a boy.”

     As Harold slipped on his pajama shirt he noticed a big mustard stain on it. “Mustard. That's another thing, he would have to be able to eat and eat and eat. He needs to be able to find all the junk food places too. And he has to like Mexican food, and Chinese food, and be able to burp loader than a hippo.”

      Tugging of his pants, Harold threw them in another corner and tried to find his pajama pants. “I'll never find my pants in this mess. If I were to find another me, he would have to like to be messy for there is no way in the world I'm cleaning up this mess. If I put all this stuff away, I'd never be able to find anything.”

     As Harold made his way to his bed, he tripped over his fishing rod. “That's another thing,” he thought, “He has to be able to fish all day long. He can't be like Barney or Louie cause they only fish for a part of the day and than go home and do chores. I guess that means he'll have to be lazy to. Nothing like spending a lazy day fishing. He just can't eat the bait.”

     Crawling into bed, Harold let out a yawn and thought of one more thing. “He'll have to be able to sleep like a log, especially in this bed. Just think, a boy that loves to eat, sleep, fish, be lazy and loves a mess. That's me to a tee.” and with those words Harold started to drift off to sleep.

     About a half hour later, Harold suddenly sat up in bed “He can't be just like me!” he blurted out “If he was my parents might not want him. Besides no one can be just like me, I'm a one of a kind. I suppose he could be sort of like me though, like a little brother.” And with those words Harold flipped back on to his pillow and was out like a light.

     In Isaiah God makes a statement relating to Himself and than asks a question - Thus says the LORD, the King of Israel and his Redeemer, the LORD of hosts: 'I am the first and I am the last, And there is no God besides Me. 'Who is like Me? Let him proclaim and declare it; Yes, let him recount it to Me in order, From the time that I established the ancient nation. And let them declare to them the things that are coming And the events that are going to take place. - Isaiah 44:6-7 (NASB)

     God is unique. There are many so called gods that the world has created but there is none like the true God who did the creating. God is one of a kind and while me not always realize each of us can be considered one of a kind as well.

     It starts be realizing that God created us different than the animals. In Genesis 1:26-27 we read Then God said, "Let us make man in our image, after our likeness. And let them have dominion over the fish of the sea and over the birds of the heavens and over the livestock and over all the earth and over every creeping thing that creeps on the earth." So God created man in his own image, in the image of God he created him; male and female he created them. (ESV)

     God created us in His image, unlike the animals, we are the ones that have received God's special attention, we are the ones that God sent His Son to die for. We are different, we are unique, we are one of a kind but let's not stop there.

     I've read a little bit about genetics and the vast number of possibility that can come together in our genetic code to make us who we are. Even identical twins that share the same genetic code in their genes are not the same for God not only created us, He knits us together in the womb, watches over us and thinks about us. Read the words of the psalmist. You made all the delicate, inner parts of my body and knit me together in my mother's womb. Thank you for making me so wonderfully complex! Your workmanship is marvelous—and how well I know it. You watched me as I was being formed in utter seclusion, as I was woven together in the dark of the womb. You saw me before I was born. Every day of my life was recorded in your book. Every moment was laid out before a single day had passed. How precious are your thoughts about me, O God! They are innumerable! - Psalm 139:13-17 (NLT)

     There's more. In 1 Corinthians, Paul is talking about unity in the church and in doing so he talks about the body. For the body is not one member, but many. If the foot says, "Because I am not a hand, I am not a part of the body," it is not for this reason any the less a part of the body. And if the ear says, "Because I am not an eye, I am not a part of the body," it is not for this reason any the less a part of the body. If the whole body were an eye, where would the hearing be? If the whole were hearing, where would the sense of smell be? - 1 Corinthians 12:14-17 (NASB)

     Paul is making it clear that we are all different Can you imagine a body where the entire body was the same? Can you imagine a world where everyone was the same, where everyone was identical to you?What are your strengths? What are your weaknesses? Imagine everyone having the same ones. Are you glad we're not all the same?

     Each of us are truly one of a kind. We are who we are to a tee.

     Here's Something To Ponder

• Have you ever wished God made everyone just like you?
• Have you ever wished God made you like someone else?