My father was a writer. He wrote all of his life, inflicting upon many of us his novels, plays, articles, essays, and self-help books. Some were marvelous; some merely well-intentioned. But of all the things he wrote, his journal is his legacy: by turns wise and bewildering, it neared 1,100 type-written pages when he died in 2010. Although perused many times, this is the first time it will be read - cover to cover, page after page.
Friday, May 4, 2012
The Vulnerability of Names
When Moses first met God, he asked his name. God replied, "Yahweh," an evasive response meaning, "I am who I am," which conveys the notion, "Don't ask." Maybe God thought by having his name they might want to possess him. He did not want them to have that access, but his son was different. He was named and called. He sought, rather than hid, an identity. He tried to move beyond the limit into touchability, accumulating names as though they were titles. He was Jesus, and Jew, and man. He became vulnerable, by choice. We might wonder did he thereby become more God than God had thus far been.
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God,
Jesus,
naming,
vulnerability
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