He Knows My Name

As much as I hate to admit this, I have a really hard time worshiping at church.  I could blame it on my noisy children, or the state of my hair that morning, or all those shiny things in the sanctuary, but the enemy of my soul loves to steal my attention and consume my thoughts with anything but Jesus on any given Sunday.  This past week, though, the Lord was somehow able to plunge into the depths of my distraction and pull me close, just long enough for me to hear His heartbeat.

It was during the song, He Knows My Name, and when the worship team led us in the chorus, we sang:

He knows my name.
He knows my every thought.
He sees each tear that falls.
And he hears me when I call.

Tears began to form in the corners of my eyes, and I became almost overwhelmed at the thought that the Most High God, the Ancient of Days, the Sovereign Lord, the Anointed One, the Eternal King, knows my name.

The president doesn’t know my name.  Brad Pitt doesn’t know my name.  I don’t think half my neighbors know my name.  But God Almighty does.

This is the same God who called Moses by name from out of the burning bush (Exodus 3:4).  The same Lord who summoned Samuel by name in his sleep (I Samuel 3).  The same Resurrected Savior who healed a woman’s broken heart simply by saying “Mary” (John 20:16).  And the same Author of Life that inspired the Word of God, full of thousands of names.

I’ve been reading my way through the Old Testament lately, and again, I’m ashamed to admit this, but when I come to a passage with a long list of complicated names, I am terribly tempted to skip it.  Or, at the very least, make a grocery list in my head while skimming with my eyes.  Yet when I’m yielded to the Holy Spirit, I hear Him tenderly telling me that every name – and every person that bears it – is important and loved by Him, the One who forms our hearts (Jeremiah 1:5) and hears our prayers (Psalm 145:18).

How wonderful to sing about such a personal God.  The song eventually ended and so did “church” for the day.  But I haven’t stopped worshiping Him…not even with my bad hair this week.

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