More nametags

I was at a baptism one time where the people being baptized (baptizees?) had adhesive name tags. When they came out of the water, their nametags had soaked off, so when it was done there were ten or fifteen name tags floating on top of the water. It was an interesting picture of the idea of "dying to self", but I've noticed as well in my experience as a follower of Jesus that I become more uniquely myself as I follow him. The life of faith is full of tensions, this is the tension of conformity vs. individuality.

I wore a name tag last night. I had my real name on it, although that did not seem to be in vogue. When I left with Angela I took off my name tag and her name tag so we would not be embarrassed elsewhere and I stuck them together back to back. There was something intimate and comfortable about that - sticking my name and my wife's name together, even if it was only to throw the tags away.

I remember another time name tags spoke to me. Maybe later today.