What’s in a Name?

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We were sitting at the supper table looking at a brochure from Benezette, Pa, a.k.a., Elk Country. There were the typical rules, such as, keep your distance from elk, don’t feed elk, and one that mystified Bob: Don’t name elk.

“Who would name the elk?” he asked.

“I don’t know, maybe people who visit regularly. It seems silly to me, too,” I said.

It wasn’t long after our discussion that I got to thinking about that brief conversation. Name the elk…

What a job! Then …

Then came the governing of the earth and ruling over the creatures. Giving something a name shows ownership of it. We name countries, states, cities, towns, streets; pets, cars, businesses; songs, books, poems, jewelry, perfume …. The list of what we humans name is endless. So then, were visitors not to feed the elk so as not to breed familiarity which could end up inadvertently harming a human? Hmm…

Many parents put a lot of time and consideration into naming their children. I do wonder about some people’s names…. Then I’ve met people whose name I can’t remember to save my life — I just figure their parents got the name wrong. Seriously, think about it. Ever met somebody who’s Susan and Claire seems so much more fitting? I prayed about what to name our children then Bob and I compromised. I liked Bethany, he liked Beth — period — turns out she prefers it, too. He’s the one who came up with Laura which suits her just fine and pleased my grandmother to no end. She had an Aunt Laura that she was very fond of — I didn’t know that beforehand. Rachel sailed through the naming process.

My dad comes from a family of 13 children. He says he didn’t care what he was called as long as he wasn’t called late to dinner.

My mom came after 3 sons: Junior, Joe, John, so she got “J-Barb.”

We have an older friend who named his donkey after his sister. I bet she was flattered.

Rachel’s hackles used to get raised when Mom would accidentally call her after their dog.

I grew up with an unflattering maiden name and hoped marriage would be an improvement. It wasn’t. I basically went from lame to stupid. Our saving grace is that our families are so large, and the names so prevalent, that we don’t get made fun of . . . much.

Now let me wax serious.

Sticks and stones may break my bones but words shall never hurt me, goes the childhood rhyme.

Tell that to our grown friend whose mother wouldn’t name her; the delivery nurse did.

Try to comfort the young girls who were called “fat” by classmates for no apparent reason.

Explain to the adult man why his dad sandwiched cursing him by God’s name in his full given name during his tender years.

Stupid, ugly, sick, poor, failure, pig, waste, worthless — the list goes on, with the walking wounded trying to come out from beneath the weight of derogatory words. Words do hurt. Words can kill. But they can also give life. I want to inject some life today. (Proverbs 18:2 says, “Death and life are in the power of the tongue, And those who love it will eat its fruit.”)

People may call us all sorts of names, some flattering, some cruel. The important thing is that we know what God calls us.

Mine.

If we so choose, we belong to Wonderful, Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace. He calls us His. We can be called by no one higher.

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I’m going to go farther by bringing in one of my favorite passages from Dick Mills The Spirit-Filled Believer’s Daily Devotional book.

This Mills translates: “He states you are: 1) good looking, 2) thriving, and 3) in great shape!

Doesn’t that bring a measure of comfort to the aging — which is all of us!

Listen, I don’t know your upbringing, I don’t know your past, nor do I know your current situation, but I can almost guarantee everyone present here today has a hurt to hurdle that has to do with words. So my greatest hope is that as you read this today, you know that the Creator of all calls you by name, and not the names of those who have hurt you. You are:

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Back to our original question: What’s in a name? Everything when the name is Jesus.

So then, if Jesus is in us …

Dear LORD,

So many of us today are running around with names and words resounding in our ears that are contrary to what You have called us, to what You have said about us. Break bonds off, set us free to be who You have called us to be.

We thank You for being our Savior, Deliverer, Redeemer, Counselor, Father, Friend. There is none like You. We praise You today for doing a work in us. We thank You for being in us, empowering us to overcome. Help our ears and our hearts to hear and receive the names and words that You have for us today. We bless You and Your holy name. Thank You. Amen.

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Christi

My husband and I married over 20 years ago on a chilly, rainy, spring day. One year later caught me in a whirlwind as I was celebrating my first wedding anniversary, my first Mother's Day, and my first publication as a freelance writer. The birth of our third child followed a couple months after we celebrated our twins' 3rd birthday. Though a pen has been one of my constant companions, I have not pursued writing professionally due to the monumental task of homemaking and the raising of children. A shout out to my Robert who has been our sole provider while I have had the pleasure and privilege of remaining home with our children to homeschool them. Now, thanks to him, I have the liberty to once again pursue my passion to write and encourage others in written word as we journey with God through life experiences.

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