When I
was in college, one of my roommates was a huge music fan. He had hundreds of vinyl records (the only
proper way to listen to music, in his opinion), and his brain was a treasure
trove of rock and roll information. One
day, he discovered a song by a band he had never heard of. It was a melancholy song about the girl who
got away. He bought the song and played
it often. When someone would come to our
room, he would say, “Have you heard this? You need to hear it.” Then he would
play it again. He said, “I feel like a born-again Christian. I just can’t stop telling people about this
song.” I was the only one in that dorm room who would have called himself a born-again
Christian, so at first I thought he was making fun of me. But then I realized; his dad had been an
irreligious man who had, just a few years before, met Jesus and been totally
transformed. Now he was a preacher. So my roommate knew what being born again
looked like, even if it hadn’t happened to him. The happy ending of that story
is that my friend did indeed eventually come to know Jesus in a personal way,
and is today an outstanding follower of the Lord. But here is the point of that story: Years
later, when Carrie and I were expecting our first child, we had already decided
on the name if it was a boy. William
Carey was the name of a great hero of mine, an English preacher who was the
father of the modern missionary movement.
Besides, William is my brother’s name, and Carey is a name I just like (for
some random reason). But we couldn’t
agree on a girl’s name. I brought up
that song that my college roommate had liked so much. The name of the girl in the song was
Kayleigh. Carrie liked that; Kay and Lee
are both family names in her family. So
we had names for both genders, and God gave us the opportunity to use
both.
If you have kids, perhaps you have
stories of where their names come from.
In our culture, we name kids after relatives, after celebrities, and
after fictional characters. Some names
are chosen because we like the way they sound.
And some names seem to be formed from a losing hand of Scrabble. But in biblical times, names always meant
something. They revealed character. A parent would name a child based on his
hopes for that child, or what he was feeling when they were born. If the child’s character turned out to be
different from his name, they would change the name to fit his character. For instance, there was a man in 1 Samuel named
Nabal, which means “fool.” I doubt his
parents gave him that name...he had to earn it. Given all
that, when God calls Himself by a particular name in Scripture, we know it’s
meaningful. He is trying to tell us
something specific and important about Himself.
Isaiah 9:6 is a verse we know well from Christmas cards and Handel’s
Messiah. But what does it tell us about
Jesus? This Sunday, I'll continue our look at Isaiah 9 by walking through the four names of the Messiah.
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