He Knows My Name

I was reading in the Bible the other day in the first chapters of 1 Chronicles. I must admit I did a lot of skimming, rather than reading everything word for word. There were lists and more lists of names and genealogies, and my eyes started to cross after the first hundred or so– and I like genealogies! Some of the names are familiar ones– Abraham, Judah, David, Saul, Jonathan. Other names meant nothing to me– Malkishua, Ram, Othniel. Most were names of fathers and sons, but there were a few scattered women– Tamar, Zeruiah…And there were references to other books of names about all the Kings of Israel and Judah, listing their deeds and accomplishments–books that might be more interesting than what I was reading!

I felt like I was wasting my morning, reading nothing but names. There was no story here– no spiritual lesson to be gleaned. And yet…

There were hundreds of names in the lists I read. Each one carefully recorded for posterity. The names are in the Biblical account because they MEAN something. Each one represents someone God created. Each one was loved by God, watched over and blessed by God. And even if their stories are not all recorded, or their stories are not all interesting or instructive, they all HAD a story, just like each of us. I get excited when I come across information about one of my ancestral families– the maiden name of a seventh great-grandmother, the birth record of a sibling of one of my ancestors, confirming the names of the parents who are also my ancestors, the death certificate that reveals the date and cause of death for someone I’ve been trying to prove existed. Imagine the size of a book that could contain all the life stories of every person who ever lived!

Everyone has a name. And after 40 years of pursuing the hobby of genealogy, I know that there are some names and stories that history has forgotten– names that I cannot find–families that seem to come to a dead end. But that can never be the case with God. He KNOWS ME by name. More than that, He knows every hair on my head (Luke 12:7). He knows my every thought (Psalm 139: 2-4). More than even THAT, He has my name written in the Lamb’s Book of Life (see Revelation 13:8 and 21:27). My name is not just whispered or even on God’s mind– He has kept an eternal, written record with my name in it. It can’t be erased or burned up or lost on a back shelf somewhere.

Earlier today, our prayer group met, and we prayed for several people on our prayer list. The list is only four pages long and covers only a few people. Some names will be added to the list; other will be subtracted in the coming weeks. But there are several names and concerns we each have that don’t end up on our list. We forget, or we don’t think the concern is “worth” the ink to print, or the request is meant to be private and not printed. And that’s just one small church in our community.

God knows EVERY name! He knows EVERY concern or request, every confession, every praise, every question, every whispered cry for help! Every one, everywhere, through all time!

There is nothing too small, too “boring” or too fleeting in our prayer life. Someday, we may find that all or our prayers have been written on a scroll or in a book in Heaven. Not because God would ever forget, but because God will always remember!

Billions of names, billions of stories. And God will not skip over or omit mine– or yours. He KNOWS your name!