When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You know that your name is safe in their mouth.
In John 20:11-18, angels, titles, roles, designations – mommy, wife, daughter, reverend, sister, friend – cannot break through Mary’s blinding loss and grief. Yet by uttering her name, Jesus changes EVERYTHING!
What, then, does the name that I use for God change?
What would I name You, God?
Father, with a lap more expansive than the night sky You created and all-enfolding arms, stronger than the mountains but gentler than the ocean’s breeze?
Redeemer, with a servant’s hands and humble heart and broken body upon the cross?
Liberator, who flings wide the gates of death and turns the valley of trouble into a door of hope?
Do I name You Love, with and within me; patient, forgiving, reconciling, enduring, inspiring, alluring?
Or God of Israel, Holy One, full of power and might; zealous for my affections; worthy of may adoration?
Nay, Lord, though these You are, and thousands more beside … friend, teacher, master, healer, Spirit, Light, Shepherd, breath, living waters, eternal word ….
At Your invitation, I dare this day to call you “lover,” “husband” – my beloved, my betrothed;
to risk a deeper intimacy with you than I have ever known;
a full surrender;
an absolute and unequivocal “yes” to life walked with You day by day and hand in hand.
To You alone
who knows my secret name,
my hidden depths,
I give my life
as I say “YES!”