…But He Named Me
16 These are the twelve he appointed: Simon (to
whom he gave the name Peter), 17 James son of
Zebedee and his brother John (to them he gave the name Boanerges, which means
“sons of thunder”)…
When I was 2, my parents divorced and my father moved away and
I called myself “Fatherless”.
When I was 5 or 6, the “bad thing” happened and I called
myself “Afraid”.
When I was 7, my mother married a man who adopted me and I
called myself, “Stepson”.
When I was 10, it had become clear that my stepfather was an
abusive alcoholic, and I had learned to call myself, “Unworthy” and “Dumb”.
When I was 16, I discovered the fleeting pleasure and fictitious
escape of drugs, and I called myself, “Junkie”.
When I was 22, I found a career I adored and I called myself,
“Model-builder”.
When I was 29, the economy hit bottom and I called myself,
“Unemployed”.
When I was 35, I married a lover of Jesus and I called myself,
“Husband”.
When I was 38 I became a father of a little boy and I called
myself, “Frightened Father”.
When I was 40, God called to me, louder this time and…a little
while later I called myself, “Believer”.
When I was 45, I looked to Jesus and laid those other names at
His feet. And He gave to me the name, “Beloved Child of God.”
This is so good, Scott. You clearly show the names we can a call ourselves and thus the identity we sometimes take on from our experiences--good and bad--in a vulnerable and poetic way.
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