For the past couple of days, I’ve been reflecting on the name of God. More specifically, about taking ownership of His name — wearing it if you will. Inscribing Him on everything that I am and do, just as He inscribes me on every word and act he did. From the first dawn of Creation, to Jesus, the Son of God, living and walking the gravel paths of this world, to live and conquer death for me. He took my name, and has it in The Kingdom. What have I done for His name? Do I live as passionately for Him as Christ did for me? Do I proclaim my love for Him with every act of my hands and feet, with every syllable that passes my lips? He did. For me. He did! For me?
I came back to something that was written for 91of10.com (which is no longer up online). My church’s exploration of 91 days soaking in the effectiveness and detail and meaning of the 10 commandments. This particular posting related to taking the Lord’s name in vanity. I was convicted of interpreting that commandment as actually wearing God’s name, or modeling His name, in vanity (not just speaking the words in wrongdoing). It was such a penetrating thought — there are many ways to misrepresent the glory of trueness of Christ. Of the Prince and of the King and of the Spirit. He is falsified enough – I do not need to add to that. I need to be declaring the Truth of His nature, His abundant love, His unalterable truth, His wholly atoning sacrifice.
I will re-post the blog I wrote on this subject. If you’re anything like me, it’s something that needs to be revisited often and in deep study. Find out what it means to you – in your life. What it looks like to wear His name. How you represent Him. It’s the most powerful name (ALL the names for God) in the world. Great treasures of awareness. May I put it on in reverence, every day…and may I find forgiveness when I do so poorly.
I am saying that His grace was sufficient for everyone…just not for me. This cuts me to my very soul, to admit. For I am taking my Father’s name in utter vanity. I am falsely epitomizing Him. The tragedy of this truth is heartbreaking. Yet, I concede to this because I know it is a blatant lie. I know the Truth, for I am His Daughter. His beloved, whom Jesus gave his life away for. The Evil One can contort what he wishes, he can distract my imperfect mind, embellish my fear and lay sticks of treachery for me to stumble upon. But guess what? When I fall, I will not be hurled headlong. Because the LORD God, the Great Provider, the One who will see that my every need is met, is the One who holds my hand. He holds my imperfect mind, my fears, my sin, my confusion and my sorrow. He provided for me a way to live in everlasting comfort, at His feet. He meets my every need. He is my Jehovah.
Paul reminds the Romans, and so reminds us, that whatever our obstacles are, we overwhelmingly conquer them, through Him who loved us (Romans 8:37). We wear His name. Wear it with honor and joy. Do not wear it in emptiness, without authenticity. Do not live through lies or suffer the chains of falsehood while also claiming His truth.
There is room for only one.
It is a command, yet it is also implored to us. God wishes us to know Him, and know Him well. He is sufficient. He gives us all we will ever need — this includes giving us His very self. He is at work in you. In me. What glory! To take this to heart, to hear this truth instead of feeble lies, will allow us to own God’s name in our lives, unabashedly – every day, to every man, woman and child. Oh how we are honored, how great the love lavished on us…for we are children of God.