I didn’t choose my name; you probably didn’t either. But our parents thought long and hard before they chose a name for us. Did you like your name when you were a child? I didn’t. So many girls shared my name; I longed for a pretty name that was uniquely mine. Or maybe you wished for a name that didn’t lend itself to the derogatory rhymes that kids use to harass us.

Remember Mary? When she was pregnant, she didn’t get to choose a name for her baby. An angel of the Lord came to Joseph with the declaration, “You are to give Him the name Jesus.” Wow! That’s pretty official.

There’s something about that name, Jesus. We use it often. We call out to Him when we’re troubled. We may whisper it softly or we may scream out to Him in a moment of panic and fright. However His name is said, Jesus hears us. He welcomes our call. He likes to hear His people utter His name.

When we sit down to our dinner table, we may repeat the words, “Come Lord Jesus, be our guest.” The words may be repetitive with little thought; but it’s awesome to realize what we’re saying. Jesus, come right here to our table, be our guest, sit down beside us.

If you’re overwhelmed by contentiousness around you, if you feel helpless to find peace and good will, you can turn your hurt and dismay over to Him, to Jesus. Come Lord Jesus, come here and dwell among us, bring us your peace.

Judy

“Jesus, Jesus, Jesus
There’s just something about that name
Master, Savior, Jesus
Like the fragrance after the rain
Jesus, Jesus, Jesus
Let all heaven and earth proclaim
Kings and kingdoms shall all pass away
But there’s something about that name.”
—- Bill and Gloria Gaither