In spite of the threat of thunderstorms and rain Frankfurt was bright, sunny, and green when I arrived in the evening. As I took as taxi to my hotel the conversation came with a different twist.
“Are you from England?”
“Yes.”
“What do you think of…?”
So far this was proceeding into normal chit-chat, it does not touch who I am; we are in safe territory conversation. Then things changed.
“You are wearing a very different hat for an Englishman.”
Yes, I was wearing my traditional untraditional hat. I had an inkling how the driver could have arrived at the conclusion that I was English. However as I rode along in the taxi I had no idea that he saw me any differently than any other traveling to Frankfurt.
“Oh, I guess so. It was a gift from a friend. It appears to be unique; we have no idea of where it is from though many people claim it as one very similar if not identical to the one their uncle or grandfather had in the old country.”
Our conversation drifted along, yet every few minutes the same phrase was softly repeated.
“You are wearing a very different hat for an Englishman.”
When you look around at others you never really wonder “who are the people who are always crying the blues? Who do you know who reeks of self-pity?” (Proverbs 23.29) The list is there, ready to be filled, and if not probably easily identified. It is as if our behavior and body language tells a story regardless of our thoughts process.
Those in trouble? You can see them from all angels. Those who think they are less than they really are or who are struggling to cope with life as it is at the moment? You can ID them from a long way off.
We wear our God or god as part of who we are. If we are given and accept peace; it shows. If we are consumed by the pursuit of the mini-god within, everyone can see.
Do you know your ID?
