Using the Office photocopier the other day, I watched perfect copies of a letter being churned
out, one every two seconds. I thought: "If only I could put one of our workers in there". No more
staffing problems. An attractive idea until I remembered a phrase of John Taylor's, about
Xerox people the way the world tries to regiment us, tries to mould us to
a blank conformity of its image and I didn't like the idea anymore.
Newspaper and television advertising give us the perfect image of the consumer. We must all
use Flora margarine and a particular soap powder. Everyone who aspires to be someone uses Dior
perfume, and holidays in the Caribbean. What, all at once? Maybe the perfume keeps us smelling
fresh while our slim bodies (thank you, Flora) bask in the Caribbean sun on our whiter-than-white
towels. A whole industry geared to make man in the image of man. No, it's not such a good idea,
to be turned into conforming copies of each other.
There's a paradox though. We are all the same, in the way we're made, in our basic needs and
hopes. Yet we are all different, in personality, in aptitudes and interests, and it's the
differences which make you you and me me. The same yet different, and interdependent, like
twigs on a tree. And while we value our togetherness as human beings we need to respect and
accept the individuality which makes our personalities. These are the differences which enrich
the human family.
Some folk take the conformity idea further, and try and make God in their own image, forcing
Him (trying anyway) into the mould of their own particular beliefs and prejudices, limiting the
work of the Holy Spirit to their own special tramlines, and setting boundaries to the way He can
act. I sometimes think God must find it hard to believe in our God.
The great thing is that He doesn't expect or insist that we do things in the same way. He
respects our personalities, even to the point of giving us the freedom to reject Him, if that's
what we want to do. And even when we do try to live for Him, even then He respects our
individuality. I wish more christians would grasp this. If God loves our individuality can't we?
We generate so much tension inside ourselves by the strain of trying to conform to self-imposed
ideas of behaviour - a religiousness really. And the best unasked for advice I can give is
be yourself, although it goes without saying I mean in Christ
. If you try to be like anyone else, as a friend said to me recently, the Lord will
say: No thanks, I already have one like that.
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Lord, I've seen the looks,
The warm summer day when I turned up at church in a bush shirt.
No tie. No jacket.
No, not everyone looks.
But enough to make me wonder.
The criticism, thinly disguised as a joke.
I thought it was our heart that mattered but apparently it's being in step.
Conforming.
Doing things the same way everyone else does.
It's not just your church, Lord.
It's just that your church seems to have taken its lead from the world.
Because that's what the world wants.
Government, big business, the organisers.
The computer isn't programmed to cope with individuality. (We mustn't blame the computer. It's programmed by people!).
We must be all the same.
The same mould, the straight jacket of conformity.
Thank you for all that makes us different, Lord.
For the variety of your world.
I suppose creation could have been easier, if you had only chosen one green.
But when I stand in a field and absorb the landscape there must be a hundred greens, all different.
Light and dark, warm and cold, intense and pale.
That's the beauty, the joy.
It would be insane to try to repaint them, all the same.
And yet I see folk doing just that to each other.
To themselves.
Lord, forgive us for rejecting the diversity of your world.
It's a wonder, it's a change.
For denying the marvellous mosaic of human personality.
For loving ourselves so little that we box ourselves in with rules that you never made.
Help us to see that in Christ we are free.
Free, not to trample on the freedom of others, but free to be ourselves
Free to laugh.
Free to live.
Free, within the endless bounds of love, to grow.
Free to reflect your image, in our diversity.
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From "Disguises of Love" by Eddie Askew
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