I remember my college years being asked, and seeking, “who” I was. Supposedly, the answer would give me self esteem when I discovered my “true self”. Well, in the maze of possibilities, I never did find out. Fortunately, in my mid forties, I reoriented my journey and sought a relationship with, not a religion of, God. I found out “whose” I was. I was a child of God. Seeking “who” led me to worship at the idol of me, of my accomplishments, my ego. Knowing “Whose” I was placed me directly in the arms of a loving Savior; one who loves me despite myself and so gives an eternal blessing beyond anything my tiny mind can imagine or comprehend.