That one little word has such big implication behind it. Such big meaning. Such big misunderstanding. Such big presumption. Such big history. Such big depth. Such big possibility.
There are many names that we call God:
And I could go on and on (and on) with names for a long time. (Trust me, I really could. Though I’m by no means an expert, I’ve studied this stuff a little bit.)
But see here’s the thing about the names of Jesus…
They’re all there for a reason.
Everytime a new revelation of God was given, a new name was also assigned.
God gave the lamb for Abraham’s offering? Jehovah-Jireh, God provides.
See what I mean?
So we’ve called God names like Refuge and Comforter and Healer.
Not just because he does those things.
But because we need those things.
When we are hurt or lonely or disappointed? He is our Comforter.
When we are sick or broken? He’s our Healer.
When we are lost or battered or tossed about? Our Refuge.
God always shows himself to us in the way that we need him to.
When I need a Friend, he doesn’t show up as a King.
When I need a Savior, he doesn’t show up as a Teacher.
When I need a Counselor, he does’t show up as a Prophet.
But he is all those things. (Oh, and so, so much more.)
I’m so grateful that the name of Jesus is far too big to explore in one tiny little five minute post.
Q for you: What do you think of when you hear the name Jesus?
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Adriel also writes (using spell check) on motherhood and parenting at The Mommyhood Memos.