What’s in a name? What if I had been named Mark, and my brother named Steve? What if I would have been named after my Dad? What if I had been named Adolph? What if I had been named Jesus (any pronunciation you want)?

Is there power in a name? There’s comfort. I’m used to “Steve”. I think it would be hard to get used to an obscure name like Alphonse or Zebediah. Or a very well-known one like Adolph.

But what about the Name that is above all names (Phil 2:9)? Why does David say “O Lord, our Lord, how majestic is Your name in all the earth” (Ps 8:1)? Why did his kid Solomon say “The name of the Lord is a strong tower; the righteous runs into it and is safe.” (Pr 18:10)? And from the Lord’s Prayer: “Our Father, who art in Heaven, hallowed be Thy name” (Matt 6:9, in the KJV, because that’s how it’s ingrained in me – and thank you, Mom and Dad).

Obviously God’s name is important. But so are some other names:

“Come, let us build for ourselves a city, and a tower whose top will reach into heaven, and let us make for ourselves a name, otherwise we will be scattered abroad over the face of the whole earth” – the tower of Babel, from Gen 11:4.

And “To him who overcomes, to him I will give some of the hidden manna, and I will give him a white stone, and a new name written on the stone, which no one knows but he who receives it.” (Rev 2:17).

Names are important – to us, and to God. I don’t want to get all mystical, but God’s name has power. I want to investigate this further, both from the head and from the heart. It’s significant.

This post doesn’t try to solve the questions – doesn’t even really pose them. It’s just a notation, a flag in the ground. Something is important here.