
In Search of the Mystery of God
Who am I?
<p>It's a question we all ask ourselves at some point. Frightened of the answer, we often accept the glib response encouraged by advertising, or social media, or well-meaning friends, and move quickly on. But pause; stay with it for a while. Let it do its work. It becomes uncomfortable, difficult, unsettling. We're not sure how to answer. We're not even sure what those three words mean when put together like this. Who am I? A name? An occupation? A wife, husband, mother, father, son, daughter? Me?</p><p>It is THE existential question, and not a modern one. It...






