What's In a Name?

My mom’s parents had a wide circle of friends, family and neighbours in their rural community, and they also had a large number of acquaintances. Grandpa had a strategy for times when he and Grandma met someone in town he recognized, but the name escaped him. He would start with, “Annie, you know who this is…” and Grandma would graciously supply the name. “Of course! Good to see you, Harold!” Clever guy, my grandpa! Grandma once told me she was often tempted to reply, “Actually, no, dear. Who is this?” Cheeky lady, my grandma!

Being known and called by name is essential for connection.

One morning, being known hit home for me like never before. I was spending a few moments with God, practicing the art of listening (not my strongest suit!). A simple phrase burst through the stillness.

I KNOW YOU.

It was a little shocking, to be honest and I had two responses.

My first instinct was relief. GOD KNOWS ME! It is not necessary for me to stumble over my words, to strive to organize my thoughts into something comprehensible, to explain myself to God. He gets me. Like no one else. Period. Phew - I can relax in being so well recognized and understood.

Relief was short-lived, however, as it quickly gave way to panic! HE KNOWS ME!! He sees the unexpected biased thoughts that pop into my mind. He understands the self-serving motivations I harbour. He feels when I ignore His nudging. God has heard every careless word I have ever spoken. HE KNOWS ME! I am in serious trouble.

But...actually...I’m not. Not only does the Lord KNOW me, he LOVES me. He loves me so much, in fact, that, even though He knows all about me, He DIED for me. He ROSE for me.

To be perfectly honest, I don’t get it… I just don’t get it. It doesn't make sense to my limited comprehension. Thankfully, I don’t have to grasp it. I just need to accept it.

I am KNOWN … and LOVED. May I live like it!

Note: I invite you to check out the song “Known” by Tauren Wells. It is a perfect fit for this post!