Sunday 26 May 2013

The Inadequacy Of Labels

I'm not the only person who has noticed this. Labels change how we view people. It takes about five minutes after we have met someone to form an opinion of them. Five minutes to put them in a box. Five minutes for us to make them 'fit' somewhere in our heads. "Creative." "Chick magnet." "Nice girl." "The Extrovert." "The quiet one." It's not always bad to 'label' people. If they're creative then they're creative, yes? But it's not always good, either.

I think sometimes we trap the deeper and more complex parts of our aquaintances in these boxes. In making them fit into our one, non-comprehensive label, we abandon any other characteristics they may have as less important, and not as much a part of 'them'. Yes, your new aquaintance is an extrovert. So? Half the population of the planet is too. She is not 'the extrovert', she is 'an extrovert'. Congratulations. Well done. Your skills of perception are unrivalled.
No.
Before you label her on sight, go deeper. Go deeper with everyone. There is more to every person in the universe than meets or has met the eye, even after years and years of aquaintance. Don't box a complex soul into a single word or few. It isn't right.

Not only that.

Labelling others doesn't just affect our perception of them, it affects their perception of themselves. When someone is categorised as one thing over and over and over again, they begin to doubt their ability to be anything else. The label becomes an identity, and it is hard to escape. Being called Leslie all your life makes it difficult to come to terms with the fact that you are actually a Helen.

Do you see?

Labels are not only entirely inadequate to capture, in full, 'the person'. They are also, most often,

Wrong.






Wednesday 22 May 2013

Those Days



Everybody has those days, I guess. The days when being cheerful is harder than some make it out to be; the days when the words 'war' and 'broken' and 'hurt' make you want to cry; the days when the Sun isn't shining, when you want to click your fingers and make some things disappear; the days when you don't think that you have much good in yourself at all. The days when you've kind of forgotten how to love.

A friend wrote me a letter a short time ago that seemed to paint my heart in the words that were written there. 'Perhaps I got proud... and I've hit smack-bang into a brick wall. I need to pull my socks up, but it seems their elastic is gone and they will keep slipping down.'

There.


And I ache in those days, because I sense that perhaps...I am the problem. The re-ocurring reproach of my life appears again: 'Circumstance does not make you who you are. You make you who you are.' So stop sulking and change things.

No. I can't do that. Not always.
But so much more comfort can be found without pondering hopeless self-help. Jesus makes me who I am. I believe in him. And the Bible says beautiful, true things about righteousness and Jesus, and belief. And so much is relevant to me. To you.

Romans 4:3 is beautiful, paraphrased this way: '[Imogen] believed God, and it was counted to [her] as righteousness.