I met a man who was absolutely in tune with himself.  It wasn’t just the strings on his guitar.  He knew he was born to be a concert performer and it was evident to anyone in the room.  Watch his face.  He knows where the hard parts are.  He feels his audience as they respond to things that are way beyond their abilities.

          Why is that so rare?  Around the animal sanctuary there are no advanced schools for crane and moose behavior.  No choral studies for birds around the sanctuaries and lakes.  They all start at their appointed time as the sun rises to warm the horizon.  No one would argue that they didn’t belong there—That this land would be better as condominiums or as a strip mall.

          Why does a man have to go to an animal sanctuary to have thoughts of his own identity?  Perhaps animals just know how to be and we don’t.  They don’t question their identity.  They revel in it.  They wake up at 6:00 am and tell the whole world what it is to be in the middle of God’s purpose for the swamp and will arouse anyone trying to sleep with the glory of the creator.

          Perhaps that’s what it means to be in tune with yourself.