No, not the one your parent’s gave you, but the one your friends gave you. The one your enemies gave you. The one those cheerleaders who never actually let you into your group and teased the snot out of you gave you. Yeah. That name. The name you get called when you and your friends are hanging out–“Knothead” “Numbn…ts” “Fartknocker.” What about the names your enemies have given you–“Skank” (that word that rhymes with “witch”), “Jerk” “Weirdo.”
Those are the names that stick with us from childhood to junior high to high school. These are the names that hit us at the wrong moments when we hear a compliment or someone trying to be supportive. Even though they are being nice and kind, even though they are trying to be encouraging, you still, in the back of your mind hear those words.
Oh, those blasted frakin’ awful words that hurt like sticks and stones. Names will hurt us. They hurt us worse than them sticks and stones which break our bones. And even when we’re rubber and they’re glue, the names still stick to us and not to you.
And then, when we look in the mirror first thing in the morning, we feel sorry for the mirror. Even our reflection’s muttering things under their breathe. We see every blackhead, every zit, every gray hair, every bag under our eyes. We see the cylon underneath our skin and we don’t like it at all (okay, that might be reserved for a Spiritual Sci-Fi Friday. Ask a fellow a geek for help on that one..it’s from the rebooted BSG).
How many times have we said to the mirror in our bathrooms first thing in the morning “Mirror, Mirror, on the wall, who’s the fairest of them all.” And we hope, we dream, we pray that it’s us and the mirror responds with a snap and a head twist “Sure ain’t you honey.”
That’s our view of ourselves.
But then we’re hear God’s view of us
But now this is what the Lord says–“He who created you…He who formed you…Fear not, for I have redeemed you; I have summoned you by name; you are mine…for I am the Lord, your God, the Holy One of Israel, your Savior.” Isaiah 43:1 & 3
He has a different name for you. He has a name beyond names–you are precious in his sight. You are beautiful to him. You are His.
Now, will you take his hand? Will you allow him to call you precious?