Labels are for filing. Labels are for clothing. Labels are not for people.
Sunday afternoon, I changed my clothes before heading out the door to help with RIOT (our church’s high school youth group). I glanced into the mirror quickly to make sure I looked presentable, and my reflection made me think.
I was wearing a Superman t-shirt under my zip-up sweatshirt with a logo from my company on the left chest. I threw on a hat that boosted the name of my college (Grove City College). My shoes had the Brooks logo on each side, and my socks had the Road Runner Sports logo on them. My pants didn’t have a label, but my underwear said FTL (Fruit of the Loom).
I realized I was a walking billboard. The labels on my clothing proclaim a certain message to those I see. But they only tell part of the story.
Is it possible that people miss the real me because my identity is covered up by the labels I wear?
I’m sure it’s possible. After all, I pass judgement on others based on the labels they wear.
We are more than labels. We are more than logos. We are children of the King.
And this is how we should see those around us.