I know me, but who are you
Another interesting evening for me tonight. Well, not all night. But earlier in the evening I had one person really stuck on my mind, all because of something he said.
I was chatting with him, and a few of his friends. They were all a part of the order generation, and from the looks of it, they were still dressed in what I call, church attire. Very presentable.
Anyways, he asked me what my name was.
So I told him.
And what he asked next threw me off.
“What’s it mean?”
“What?” I replied.
I heard what he said. That was just like an automatic response.
Kind of like when people ask how you’re doing, the answer everyone gives is “I’m ok.”
“What does your name mean?”
My eyes quickly positioned themselves into a confused look.
I have a name that is just as common as a John, Jacob, Andrew, Mike, those common named men.
But,
No one has ever asked me what my name meant.
It’s MY name,
Yet, I don’t know what it means.
I always thought I was just named after someone. Idk who. But maybe there was a deeper meaning.
“I don’t know.” I replied.
He said “give me a few minutes and I’ll tell you.”
I come back a few minutes later. And before I got close to him, he throws his arms up and gives me the answer in a volume above whatever the current level was in the rest of the room.
“Christ-bearer”.
I didn’t have to ask what that time.
I heard that, and smiled.
“That actually just made my day” I reply, as I see him glance down at the crosses around my neck.
What a lovely thing to hear from a stranger!
And he had excitement in his voice.
Someone who doesn’t know Christ would not have been that excited to give me that answer.
It gave me confidence. Hope. And just an overall good feeling to hear that my name means “Christ-bearer”.
It gave me a faith boost.
And a reminder of who I am in Christ.
Not who I was.
Not who I’m going to be.
Who I Am.
And I,
Am a Christ-bearer.
I know me, but, who are you?