My Inbox of Daily Inspirations: Daily Heartlight -- October 25, 2007

-/\/\-----------------------------------------------------------------
\ / HEARTLIGHT(R) Magazine --

http://www.heartlight.org/
--\/------------------------------------------------------------------
October 25, 2007

/--- BLOGS - Heartlight-Style ---------------------------------\
Yes, Heartlight has entered the blogosphere. Read thoughts
from Phil Ware and Paul Lee, with more coming soon! Post
your own comments, even sign up to know when the blogs are
updated. Check it out!
\----------------------------- http://blogs.heartlight.org/ ---/

=========================== TODAY'S ARTICLE ==========================

A Rose by Any Other Name Might Be ... Jim!, by Patrick D. Odum

I am the good shepherd; I know my sheep, and my sheep know me --
just as the Father knows me and I know the Father -- and I lay down
my life for the sheep (John 10:14-15).

He sat in my living room and called me "Jim."

He lives in my neighborhood, an older man who I stop and talk with
every once in a while when I see him. We aren't close friends -- more
like acquaintances -- but I thought he at least knew my name.

He came by this week and wanted to talk for a few minutes, so I invited
him in and we sat down. And all through the conversation he called me
"Jim." At first I thought maybe it was a figure of speech I'd never
heard before, like a younger person might use "man" or "dude." But, no,
it wasn't. He thought Jim was my name.

He's one of those people, too, who use your name often in a
conversation: "So I just thought, Jim, that maybe I'd come by and talk
to you, Jim, and then maybe we could go to the gym, Jim ...." Well, you
get the idea. It's fine, as long as your name is Jim.

Mine isn't, so I got a little distracted, I admit. A lot of the time he
was talking, calling me "Jim" all along, I was thinking more about how
I could tell him my name wasn't Jim than about what he was saying. But
every time he called me "Jim," and it must have been at least 20 times,
correcting him got that much more awkward.

So I didn't say anything. When he asked for my phone number, though, I
gave him a card with my name clearly printed on it. He promptly shoved
it into his pocket without looking at it and headed for the front door.
"Good-bye, Jim," he said, smiling.

Later I returned a voice mail message that he left me. When he answered
and I told him who I was, he didn't recognize me. (I should have said,
"Hi, it's Jim.") Eventually, I got across who I was and he apologized
for calling me by the wrong name. And, lest you get the wrong idea, it
was never that big a deal anyway.

But it is nice when someone knows your name.

I have the feeling, though, that life has become more impersonal in the
last half a century or so. Maybe I'm wrong, but I think knowing people
by name means much less to us than it used to. How many of your
neighbors do you know by name, for example? Do you know the names of
your children's friends' parents? What about the names of the
proprietors of the shops you frequent (assuming they aren't all
subsidiaries of huge, multinational corporations)? Your insurance
agent? The new people at church? (At our church, people seem to stay
"new" for a decade or more.) There are lots of reasons for it:
technology, the diversification of previously homogeneous
neighborhoods, lack of time, distrust. It feels, at least, like we know
fewer of the people in our lives by name than our parents did.

Maybe that's why the whole idea of God knowing me by name excites me.
"I know you by name," he assured Moses. "I have summoned you by name,
you are mine," he reassured his people through Isaiah. And then there's
Jesus, assuring the people whom God has placed under his care and
protection that they are much more to him than just one more
frightened, confused face in the flock. "I know my sheep and my sheep
know me" -- Jesus chooses to have the same kind of intimate,
knowing-and-known relationship with us as he has with the Father.

Whether or not anyone else knows your name, or cares to, God does.

Simply because he can't forget you!

I don't know, maybe that's easy for you to believe. Maybe that's
toddler Sunday-School kind of stuff -- "Jesus loves me, this I know,
for the Bible tells me so." Maybe you've never had any trouble
believing that God knows you by name. If so, count your blessings, and
don't forget to be thankful for God's amazing, unexpected love.

But maybe it is hard for you to believe. Maybe there aren't too many
people who care to know your name. Maybe you feel as though you go
through life like a ghost, neither touching nor being touched. You
didn't necessarily choose that life, but there it is all the same.
Maybe you go for days, weeks, without hearing your name spoken with
warmth, affection, or familiarity.

If that describes you, then please take note: God knows your name, and
when he speaks it it's in a voice full of fondness, gentleness, and
joy. He "commands his angels concerning you," and when he sends them to
your side to minister to you, he speaks your name. His Spirit
identifies you as his child. In Jesus, he came for you. Your name
wasn't lost to him, those he came to save are not just a faceless mass
of people. Your face and your name were in his mind on the cross. "Why
would God care about my name?" you ask. Well, it's not because you're
such a prize. It's not because you have anything to offer him. It's not
because you've been good lately ... or because you share with the poor
.. or because you go to church regularly ... or even because you read
things like this. That's the way it works in the world, of course: you
have to do something, either positive or negative, to have your name
remembered. But, that isn't how it works with God.

God knows your name simply because he can't forget you. It's not in his
nature to forget his people. And even though there's no reason that the
Creator of the universe should know our names, he does. He chooses to
make and value us personally. And even if it seems to you that the
negatives connected to your name are far more memorable than the
positives, rest assured that God remembers your name with joy, love,
and grace.

It seems to me, then, that we ought to value our own names as much as
God does. We ought to recognize that, whatever the people around us may
think of us, God knows our names and we mean the world to him. And we
ought to guard our names with care, realizing how hurt and disappointed
God must be to see our names, the names of the people his Son died to
save, stained by sin, corruption, and baseness.

And it seems to me that we ought to value other names as much as God
does. We should make an effort to learn the names of those around us,
especially the least among us, and speak those names with reverence,
gentleness, love, and care. If God knows and values them, then so
should we -- whoever they might be. It just might mean the world to
someone that you took the time to know his or her name.

Take it from me -- Jim.

---------
(c) 2007 Patrick D. Odum <p.d.odum@gmail.com>.

My Inbox of Daily Inspirations

Blog Archive

Blog Top Sites

Sponsors Link

Daily Heartlight -- October 25, 2007