In 1991, Vanilla Ice turned over his autobiography to a ghostwriter because he didn’t “know all the certain words to word it”. What his ghostwriter (Tommy Quon) wrote was not Vanilla’s lifestory but rather a fairy tale created to give Vanilla some “street cred” (W).
In that glimpse at pop culture we see three things, one admirable and two not-so-admirable.
1. Vanilla Ice has no concept of grammar. Not-so-admirable.
2. He thinks it’s necessary to be fake to be accepted. Not-so-admirable.
3. Vanilla Ice knows where his talents are* and are not. Admirable.
*OK, maybe he doesn’t know where his talents are, I mean, he thought he was an awesome rapper, but at least he knows his talents don’t extend to writing a book. He knows his limits. Sorta.
“There are different kinds of spiritual gifts but the same Spirit; there are different forms of service but the same Lord; there are different workings but the same God who produces all of them in everyone.” (1 Cor 12: 4-6)
We each have different gifts. We each have different talents. We were each given these gifts, these forms of service for different reasons. Sometimes that’s hard to accept. I often find myself coveting another person’s gifts: “Man, I wish I could play guitar like her.” “Wow, I wish I could paint like that.” “Why can’t I speak 4 languages?” “Pssh. I could rap like that if I wanted to.”
It’s easy to see what gifts you don’t have. It’s much harder to see the gifts we do.
Let’s face it, I will never be able to say that “I rock a mic like a vandal”, but that’s OK, because God has something different in store for me.
God, give me the wisdom to recognize the gifts you have given me, and the strength and humility to use them for Your glory. Help me to recognize and affirm the gifts of others–praising God for them instead of coveting them. And help me to see that we are all one body in Christ, and that all gifts given to the members of the body are a blessing to the whole body. Amen.
“Word to your mother.”