Some years ago there was a book entitled The Single Woman, written by Andrea Miller. I don't expect you to remember the book or the author but she wrote there an interesting confession that describes a modern day Pharisee. Looking back on her single days she realized that she was in reality living four lives. One was that of a young executive in a company, wearing professional clothes that made her look like a business woman. In the evenings and on the weekends, she redid her hair and dressed to get a swinging singles look. And when she would write home to her parents she took on another personality. To them she was still the good little girl, being nice and working hard.

The question is who are "you?" Will the real "you" please stand up?