I am fascinated with the power of naming… and the joy that is gifted to humanity as God has entrusted us with this task (both:: being named and naming others/things). From the beginning, naming has been associated with joining God in the narrative of creation.
To be named is a powerful action.
And then there are the “names” that we give to ourselves. The names (and titles) that we self-proclaim and self-identify which can bestow (or steal) immense value within our lives. The names we acquire and embrace to fly like freak flags. The names we want others to proclaim when they call upon us.
Naming others is no less powerful for the “namer”… or the “named”.
In the middle of March and the middle of July, I am reminded that Amanda and I were entrusted with the full weight of this gift when we named our sons before the dates of their birth. And we spent many months in prayerful consideration for each, because the act of naming is not a trivial matter for the weak at heart. Our sons, Ryland Von and Rance D were named with equal parts of courage and humility on the part of their parents. We chose their names, not from a random selective process, but with much careful hope for their future and many prayers for our resolve as husband, wife, father, and mother. We gave these two young men their names… but those names are their own to embrace, to understand, to define (and to continually re-define).
It is up to each of us to own our name… but we are all named.
And we are each entrusted with the power of naming.
May we name with wisdom.
May we name with care.