“Hello, my name is Bub. How may I help you today?” the call center worker in India said. “I’m sorry, what’s your name?” my husband queried. “Your name is Bub? Are you sure?” my multi-lingual hubby gently pressed.
“Yes sir, Beb.”
“OK, now I’m confused,” he humorously and somewhat sweetly persisted, as he always does, with these hard-working young people. “Is your name Bub, Beb or could it possibly be Bob?”
“Yes sir, it’s Bob,” he replied.
“OK, Bob, I’m not trying to give you a hard time, just helping you with your English. I’ve lived in the same part of the world where you’re located and I know your name is probably Bharath, not Bob, but that’s alright. I ordered two 100-foot garden hoses, not four 25-foot hoses. Can you please sort this out for me?”
I love talking with my husband at the dinner table and comparing our days. His sense of humor is one of the reasons I married him and he gives me endless material for blogs. And while I laughed about his telephone exchange it made me think about God knowing all our names. Not just our given names, or the name that an employer might want us to use, but His names for us. Beloved, my children, my sheep, my chosen ones, my little ones. Contemplate that He knows the name of the young worker in India and everyone else on the planet if you want to get a humbling perspective on His omnipotence.
As I sort through today’s tasks I’ll remember that He knows my name too. Isaiah 43:1 tells us “….Fear not, for I have redeemed you; I have called you by name, you are mine.”