Tonight I learned something fabulous.
Tonight I found out a friend and fellow student of mine shares my birthday. Not only do we share a birthday, but we’re in the same society (read: UU “sorority”). We’re both Ravenclaws. We both play stringed instruments. We also live in the same dorm. We also lived in the same country (Germany) at the same time (2000-ish); we both speak German (although she speaks it much better than I do). We both have brown hair and brown eyes. We both enjoy eating large salads.
In short, I have found my long-lost twin.
We go through our lives being told that we are unique. Everyone is different from each other—radically different. These differences are the spice of life. These differences are what make living interesting.
All of this is true. But another wonderful aspect of living is that we all have a lot in common as well. More, perhaps, than we’d like to admit to ourselves.
We all need love. We need love from other people—we need it from our parents and our siblings and spouses. When we don’t receive this love, we are disappointed at least, crushed at the most.
We all value our own lives above just about anyone else’s. Man is a defensive creature. We want security. We want safety. Even the risk takers of the world—the sky divers, the bungee jumpers—strap themselves into harnesses and wear helmets. Everyone wants to live, preferably for a long time.
We all are born incomplete. We’re hunting for something. We’re born with questions in our heads.
And none of us need to be taught to do bad things. Badness is an instinct. Children have to be taught to share, to be kind, to obey, to be content—those things don’t come as naturally as throwing temper tantrums.
It’s easy to be judgmental of the people we see on the news—the headline makers carted off to jail—the mug shots on the front page. We think we’re above the kind of behavior that lands people in jail. But really, I can’t look down my nose at anyone. Not the thieves, not the embezzlers, not even the murderers. None of them. Not a single one of those people just woke up one morning and decided to do what they did. No: one conscious decision led to another, then another, then another. I could have easily made the same choices. I am capable of the same crimes. I’m no better than them. I’m no better than anyone.
We all have much more in common than it’s pleasant to think about.
That’s why we all need a Savior. In a world of imperfections, we have one Perfect Standard worth conforming to. In a world overrun by evil—the evil that sits inside all of us—there is Someone who can lift the stains from our hearts. And one day He will lift the stains from the whole world.
The world is full of people who, at least as far as externals are concerned, are completely different. Different heights, different hair color, different ages, different tastes. But, at core, we all share the need for redemption.
Hello, there, world. Let’s talk. We’ve got a lot in common, you and I.