The Power of Your Identity in Christ When I was in India in October I was surprised at the special way I was treated. I was given gifts, had my bags carried for me and was always called Pastor rather than by my first name. Often people waited for me to eat before they ate their meal. Frankly, it felt odd. I was treated special because of my identity in their eyes. I’m older, a pastor, a traveling Bible teacher and an American. They viewed me as special and honored me. Even though I’m the same person, I don’t experience ...