Our names have meaning

December 17, 2007

by Pam Fiecke

As children the first word we write is our name.

A child, in the beginning, may write the “E” this way and that way. The “N” maybe written backwards. The “T” may be crossed where he/she feels it’s right for the moment.

The child is very happy when told, “you spelled your name correctly.”

As we become adults our name appears on checks, letters, mortgages, contracts, debit cards, licenses, etc.

Most often we are offended when someone spells, or says, our name incorrectly.

We defend the name we have been given, because it’s the name we’ve been given for life.

It has always been a privilege to name our children at birth.

We write the many different names, and say the names many times, until we find the name we will cherish for our child.

Every name has a meaning for that particular name.

When Mary was expecting, Joseph was told by God for take Mary home as his wife.

Joseph was very excited about the thought of parenting this child. He would teach him to read and write.

He would work beside him in the carpenter shop, get water from the well, play with him in the hills of Galilee, tuck him in at night and say his prayers with him.

It was only natural that Joseph wanted to name the child. He wanted that same privilege. Maybe Joseph would want to name him Joseph Jr., David, Paul, or Jacob after his grandfather.

He to had many names picked out without knowing God had different ideas.

God, through an angel, announced to Joseph, “Mary will give birth to a son, and you will give him the name Jesus because he will save his people from their sins.” (Matthew 1:21)

Joseph was astounded by the news. He couldn’t comprehend those wishes for his son.

A son was born unto Mary. She wrapped him in swaddling clothes and laid him in a manger.

He was respectfully named Jesus. Mary and Joseph knew there was something special about the baby.

A star shown brightly so others could find baby Jesus.

People gathered around, coming from afar to see that which was born.

The wise men brought their gifts, the shepherds gathered around to see the prince of peace.

Jesus grew up. When he taught, his students were amazed. When he touched the sick, they were healed.

Those who tried to accuse him, couldn’t find a flaw in him.

His disciples didn’t always understand his ways but they found no other alternative but to believe in him.

His miracles were without dispute, his character was of integrity, his words were unforgettable, his love poured out to all, his compassion extended to the heart and soul of his people, his suffering was a loss for words, his resurrection was undeniable. For someone to reject him was unthinkable. Jesus fulfilled every promise God foreshadowed to us.

Jesus dotted every “I” and crossed every “T” saying, “It is finished.” He completed his father’s plan. May we never forget the baby’s name and all that it stood for.

He is Immanuel, God with us, wonderful counselor, mighty God, everlasting father, prince of peace.

He suffered. His hands were pierced for our transgressions and crushed for our iniquities. He’s untouchable, but his love, messages, and the fragrance of him spreads beyond each and every one of us daily.