He Knows My Name!

I like to meet new people, but I find it hard to remember names. I have to use little tricks like saying it over and over both out loud and in my my head. The goal is to be able to address them by name the next time I see them because I know how great it feels for someone to remember your name. Whether famous or obscure, it builds ties with people when we remember and use their name.

This really came to light as I was reading my devotional thought today. We all like to be known, noticed, remembered.

He Knew My Name
Zacchaeus, make haste and come down, for today I must stay at your house.
Luke 19:5

Recommended Reading
Luke 19:1-10

Joba Chamberlain is still taking it all in. The rookie right-hander for the Yankees is one of only two Native Americans in the major leagues; but despite his newfound fame, it's still the little things that impress him, like someone pronouncing his name correctly. Recently he bumped into Detroit Tigers pitcher Todd Jones in the Yankee weight room. "He knew my name," Joba told a reporter afterward with gratitude in his voice, "and he knew how to pronounce it." That simple story made the national news.

How wonderful that God knows our names. Have you ever noticed how often Jesus called people by their names in the Gospels: Martha, Martha . . . Go and tell John . . . Blessed are you, Simon Bar-Jonah . . . Lazarus, come forth!

He knows your name; it's written on His heart, and He loves you today.

He knows my name! He knows my every thought.
He sees each tear that falls and hears me when I call.
Tommy Walker

We are not just random people, thrown on this earth to coexist together. God knows you. He knows your name. He knew it before you were even created. And He loves you! All of you. He loves you when you have a great day and when you're at your worst -- when you feel you are the most unlovable person in the whole world. Jesus Loves You. He Knows Your Name. Cool.