Who am I? That is a question almost everyone entertains and, perhaps, spends a good deal of time in life figuring out the answer. It is not unusual for us to come up with a few different answers in the process of living our lives. I am confident I would have answered that question differently when I was ten years old than I would today as a relatively mature, older guy. I know there are some religious traditions that scoff at the idea there is even a real me. For example, Buddhists question whether there can ever be a self or a real me. Of course, we can pretend there is one; we can act as if there is one. In my world of illusion I can have a self-illusion. I am sure there are some psychologists who do not believe there is such a thing as a real me. I am hoping they are not correct. As a Christ...