IdentityQuestion 113: What are the sins forbidden in the third commandment?
Answer: The sins forbidden in the third commandment are, the not using of God's name as is required; and the abuse of it in an ignorant, vain, irreverent, profane, superstitious, or wicked mentioning, or otherwise using his titles, attributes, ordinances, or works, by blasphemy, perjury; all sinful cursings, oaths, vows, and lots; violating of our oaths and vows, if lawful; and fulfilling them, if of things unlawful; murmuring and quarreling at, curious prying into, and misapplying of God's decrees and providences; misinterpreting, misapplying, or any way perverting the Word, or any part of it, to profane jests, curious or unprofitable questions, vain janglings, or the maintaining of false doctrines; abusing it, the creatures, or anything contained under the name of God, to charms, or sinful lusts and practices; the maligning, scorning, reviling, or anywise opposing of God's truth, grace, and ways; making profession of religion in hypocrisy, or for sinister ends; being ashamed of it, or a shame to it, by unconformable, unwise, unfruitful, and offensive walking, or backsliding from it.
That's from the Westminster Larger Catechism. I've always found it an interesting doctrinal point because it replies to, "What's in a name," "
Everything." A rose by any other name may smell just as sweet, but a poem with any other word may not sound just as nice. Words are arbitrary, true. That doesn't lessen their importance. Gamers have a habit of naming themselves the same thing every time. People carry internet personas around, creating the same profile for however many websites and chat programs. You can mention a person to me and memories flood into my mind. A person by any other name would not force the same memories; they are inexorably tied. Those people
are my memories, whether they want to be or not.
My friend Todd, whose real name is Lionel Nelson Humphreys IV, told me that I should start going by my middle name, Elijah. He might be right; it's a good name. But, you know, I'm Tim. Everyone knows me as Tim. Wouldn't I be betraying them a little bit? I've always told people, in response to accusations of weirdness, that I'm just Tim. Everyone knows what it means, by now. That name has become something else - an identity rather than a title. An adjective rather than a noun. Only one person has ever told me that didn't make sense. She didn't know me very well.
Sometimes I wonder why people identify themselves by anything other than their names. That contemptible bunch known as "gamers" - what the hell are they doing? Classifying themselves by a hobby leads to ridiculous confrontation. The problem is, for many of them, videogames
are life. They end up idolizing them, taking them too seriously, waiting in line for a million hours for an Xbox 360. Music lovers do it too. I used to take joy in telling people I hated their music. That was in high school, when everyone was busy listening to the All American Rejects or some equally asinine Channel One music. Mitch Clem wrote someting on
Nothing Nice once about how punks took themselves too seriously, that they should be more laid back like indie fans. That was just before the age of hipsters. Good Lord - never tell someone you don't care for Modest Mouse. You'd think you've just denied the Holocaust. I'm in the habit now of not talking about music at all. It's inevitable I'll piss someone off, and he or she will freak out. Of course, I'm guilty of it too; see: zombie movies. (I like to think that comes from something other than an identity issue.) We are not what we watch / read / listen to / vote for, etc.
We are not our opinions. This is an important point; people spend their time looking for others whose opinions are congruent with their own, perhaps in hopes that it will diminish arguments. Their time would be better spent looking for someone who isn't argumentative. Or, if they're looking to force their own entertainment on others, look for someone who won't object to such things. And so on. My favorite movie critic is Roger Ebert. I agree with him perhaps a quarter of the time.
A lot follows from this, but the consequences are different for everyone. It's strange that so many people take this and turn it into "parents just don't understand." (In fact, it's always strange when someone takes a characterization that's true for all people and applies it to one group - that's another story.) The implication for me is that it's a-ok to stay locked in my room all day. Basically.
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