We Are Not Faceless

I love that God knows my name. My name matters. Your name matters. It is not just the actual verbage that counts, it is the truth that you exist and you count in our universe and His Kingdom.

Most of us struggle with the issue of humility. We wonder if what we have heard of His amazing promises to us in our prayer closet is really OK to share. People might think we are nuts or at least just vain and ambitious. After all, God couldn't want to honor us, right?

The Bible is usually a great read. There are moments that challenge me though. The lists of geneologies in particular. I call them the Bob Begats. Name after name of characters that crafted out the lineage of the Eternal King of Glory. Random people collected into God's creative mix of amazing feats of faith. They are all listed by name.

I guess if we were to be faceless he could have left off all those names and shortened my reading time daily in the One Year Bible. There is another place my name is listed, regardless of my faith walk today. It is the Book of Life. Glad to see my name in that one, thanks to Jesus.

Music is my default plan for untangling my inner world. At the end of a particularly oppressive, ridiculously overtaxed day, I need my itunes. Yes, I admit that is probably rather tweenager of me, but it acts as a sort of sieve for my internalized angst. I randomly select songs with mood and content to address the days unresolved issues. It is all I can do to not devolve to karaoke sometimes. But, I restrain myself for the sake of my family.

It can be as simple as something retro and rock, a blaring anthem, global house, or alternative and folklike. Eventually I wind my way around to worship. I am a lover of God and His presence is my ultimate destination and desire, regardless of my air guitar, rockband mentality.

This searching reflects my typical pattern of relating to Jesus, one that I hope I will ultimately outgrow. You see, I have to explore all my options, exhaust myself with my own inadequate pursuits, and ultimately arrive at this throne, wondering what took me so long. He smiles. He know me. He is a patient God.
In eterntiy, I doubt that we will float around with harps like the great artists of old depicted. I imagine the choir leader has some new technology that will stun the senses, but I must admit, I think Christ will enjoy all the soloist He knows so well, who found themselves and ultimately Him through a digital download.