The Power is in His Name Alone.

God has been desiring relationship with us since the beginning of time.  He knows us by name and knows the gifts He’s given us.  He knows what we will be best at, and would love to plant our feet and bring us purpose and peace.  But let’s face it, we have our own ideas.  Besides, He just isn’t trendy enough to hang out with for today’s trend setters.  We crave knowledge and long to be smart and have something amazing to say, but we ignore Life’s manual.  We want to write the books.  The Bible just isn’t on Amazon’s best seller list.

We ache for attention and success. News flash, we have His attention, does anyone remember Christmas?  Yah, that was for us!  What about Easter, the cross?  That was for us!  And success?  Well, I would say having Him go to prepare a place for us where we can spend eternity together is success.  I know, it’s hard to recognize success when it gets dumbed down here on our temporary planet.  Without His name, It is difficult to understand relationship and eternity, and keep an eternal mindset, especially with ourselves at the center.

We recognize seasonal celebrations, only for “cover our butt” confessions.  What we really ache for, is to leave a legacy with OUR name written all over it.  But even after that is said and done, we wonder if “that” was our “it” and we go on rejecting the ONE NAME who has promised us purpose.

Most everyone has been taught not to take the Lord’s name in vain.  Not that many take it seriously, but deep down we know.  BUT What about calling on HIS NAME?  I hear everything from higher power to mother nature, but no one is saying His name.  I know, it goes without saying.  If you say JESUS NAME, you are limiting yourself.  You are not going to meld with the group down the street who worships mother nature or the group that works up a sweat reciting a myriad of religious eastern terms while flapping their wings.  Or, if you say His name, you’re going to be labeled a “Jesus Freak”.  You might be asked to take sides, to choose between wrong and right.  It is far safer and more politically correct to use some generic term for our Creator and Savior, or just throw that idea out all together.

Did you know, if you say His name, your spirit will know immediately who to bow down to? Oh right, we want a super hero – but who said anything about bowing down to anyone.  We’re in control, right?  We’re mini gods, right?  Isn’t that the latest lie permeating every molecule of the air lately?  And I’m sick of it. I have to share what I know to be true, even if it means rejection.

Ephesians 6:19 – 20.  “….Pray also for me, that whenever I speak, words may be given me so that I will fearlessly make known the mystery of the gospel….”

There is no power in any other name but the name of Jesus.  Go ahead, mediate and move your lips, talk to the air, nod your head, turn in circles, play the game.  But life isn’t a game.  We get one shot at it, one try, one turn.  If you want to experience life to the fullest, stop playing dangerous games and say the name of Jesus.

There is no magic prayer, although Jesus does give us a prayer to follow if we need one, beginning in Matthew 6:9.  “Our Father in heaven, hallowed be your NAME…..”  Yes, pray that prayer and call Jesus, and ask him to reveal himself to you.

“Jesus, come and speak to me, and show me who you are.”

Then why not get yourself a Bible and find out what happened when other people throughout history called on His name.

Below are a few verses that emphasize His name:

Acts 4:12  Neither is there salvation in any other: for there is none other name under heaven given among men, whereby we must be saved.

Philippians 2:9  Wherefore God also hath highly exalted him, and given him a name which is above every name:

Colossians 3:17  And whatsoever ye do in word or deed, do all in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks to God and the Father by him.

Acts 2:21  And it shall come to pass, that whosoever shall call on the name of the Lord shall be saved.

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Curvature of the Spine “not the kind that shows on an x-ray”

Recording your thoughts is more important than you know….

I use to journal all the time in blank paged books with fancy covers that smelled like Christmas morning, my writing, nothing spectacular or prolific, no special attention to penmanship or form.  I still write today in typed font, but it has become like prayer to me, and sometimes one and the same, because both of those activities are part of our walk together.

I don’t even think about including Him, we’ve come to a place in my life where He is  everything I do.  Without Him, I wouldn’t be here.  He’s patiently worked all kinds of miraculous interventions on my behalf and I could list them for you, but I won’t.

Because, what makes me stand in awe before Him even more, is knowing there are thousands of other miracles He has worked in my life  and others’ lives, that we never see, when we’re running, or ignoring Him.  He is mercy!

I crawled out of the bath this morning, carrying my heavy thoughts, heavier than my thick brown bath towel and they wouldn’t rub off.  The process of thinking is something we all do, but for some, depending on your generational makeup, thinking can push you right over the edge.  If we rely on brains alone, to work out every detail of our lives, we are depending on our own strength.  There are books and resources to lighten our load, but no other truth and strength for this journey called “life”, than that which comes from our Creator and His Word.  Nothing’s more freeing than living totally dependent on His strength and writing it down so others can too.

My bathtub burdens took me back to a recent conversation with a friend.  She had just started a new job, and was nervous.  We sat down on the edge of my bed and while folding some laundry I encouraged her to stand tall, and speak with authority.  Why were those words, the message she needed to hear?

Both she and I share ugly past trauma.  Those realities can keep us feeling like children, not the gleeful, playful kind of image most get when they think of children, but the “bad girl, go sit in the corner,” kind of picture.  Trapped and beaten down!

I’ve been asking myself why that truth continues to bob to the surface?  Those who’ve experienced abuse believe they’ve been bad, even if we know we’re the victims and not the perpetrator.  That “feeling” can stay with us and create a curvature of the spine, one that will not show up on any x-ray, but is there none the less.  Our voices can have a constant underlying whine that resembles a whipped puppy.  As if we need to apologize for who we are 24/7?

With God’s help we can see a clear picture of who we really are, we can stand tall, and speak with authority.  We become the best we can be, leaders, recognizing the gifts He’s given us to navigate on this earth.  We are forgiven, we have a new name, we are children of the King with a message of healing, belonging and freedom!