I am named. I am really just me. I have multiple identifiers. I have things I am and things I am not. There are people who talk good about me and those who talk ill of me. I have physical characteristics, mental characteristics, a spiritual journey, and an emotional quiry. If you add all of it together, you still don’t really know me. Although you might think you do.
What is it to really be known and to know? What is it when we are knighted as ourselves and cherished for our journey rather than our accomplishments or failures? When does that happen in our lives today? Why doesn’t it happen every day? Who is supposed to perform the ritualistic rite of passage?
It isn’t supposed to happen. There is no waiting for it to occur. There is no ceremony. No one cheers you on as you enter a room with rock music and fireworks. No one is there. Nietschke was right, “God is dead.” Unfortunately, we killed Him. We allowed that divine spark we are called to share with each other die in insecurity and expectations. We stifled the little light of ours afraid that we would use up all our oil. We prefer to stumble in the darkness of worldliness than squint into the rising light of Godliness.
I am named by God Himself. I know it sounds either obvious or crazy to some people. But that is the applause and the fireworks we are all given. If I can just let myself squint into the light for a brief moment, I will see the God seeping out between the tightly clenched fingers of those around me. I will hear the roar of God’s Love in the whispers of friends. I will feel God hugging me with the arms of others, delight will show in the laughter of kids, and serenity will calm the inevitable storms.
You are named.