But it isn't really, is it? Truth be told, it is what we
call him (or her, or it - a discussion for another article elsewhere and at
another time). It really isn't his name at all. That's a strange thing, but the
very name of God tells a lot about who he is, and our understanding of the
nature of the divine.
As humans, we like to label things. It is in our very DNA to
do so, and bible scholars may point all the way back to Adam and his necessity
to name all of the living creatures of the world. Psychoanalysts might call it
something of a control issue - we label and name everything that's we
encounter. Gods have names. Gods are things, and we name things. Buddha, Shiva,
Vishnu, Zeus, Hades....these names are instantly recognizable as names of gods
from one religion or another, but not ours.
We have tried to
label him: Yahweh, Jehovah.... But these are our own frail attempts. One
attempt provides clues into just what I am getting at: LORD
Before we get to that little tidbit, let's look at our own
name. We have our first name, our familiar name if you will. Some of us have a
middle name, often weighted down with some embarrassing baggage left over from
a long gone relative. And then we have our last name, called our family name or
surname, which tells the reader where we come from and where we belong, or
should belong. Some names provide into our family group, such as Irish surnames
like O'Brien, which literally means "from Brien" or "Of
Brien". Some provide clues as to the profession of the bearer's ancestors.
My descendants were part of the Miller surname, so one can rightfully assume
that there was a business of milling in my history. The knowledge of this is
long gone now, but it is there somewhere, in each listing of our last name on a
piece of paper. Generations of Shoemakers, Smiths, Farmers and Millers have
come and gone without ever having done the profession, their name the only link
to a lost art. In some places the order by which we list these names changes,
but the meaning is largely the same.
Ancient near eastern cultures were part of the early stages
of this primitive, but effective labeling system. Jesus didn't have a last
name. (It was not "Christ", nor did he possess a middle name that
began with the letter "H", though I do sometimes imagine if he did it
would be something embarrassing, like "Horatio"). We see instead that
Jesus is named according to where he grew up - Jesus of Nazareth. Had he been
Irish, it may have been Jesus O'Nazareth. But I digress.....
And here we see the miraculous birth of Jesus O'Nazareth....
Names are important. They tell us who we are and where we
are from. In the Hebrew culture names were even more important. We see names in
the bible change, such as Abram to Abraham. Jacob became Israel and fathered a
nation. Adam literally means "dirt man" or "earth man" in
honor of where he came from. In the ancient Hebrew tradition, and Hebrew names
to this day, are intentionally chosen and say a great deal about the
individual. These are not names that are chosen because they are trendy or
sound cool, but explanatory monikers that tell you everything about the bearer.
Now back to God, who's name, or lack thereof, tells us everything.
Lord, spelled as capital L, capital O, capital R, capital D, with the last three letters slightly smaller than the first, is not the same as the word "lord" for which we are so familiar - and it should not be spelled "Lord" (Though we do it anyway). Go check one of your bibles.
Go ahead, I'll wait....
There is a reason we spell it as such in the bible - quite simply, it is the best we can do with the information we have.
Go ahead, I'll wait....
There is a reason we spell it as such in the bible - quite simply, it is the best we can do with the information we have.
In the book of Genesis, a man tending his flock in the
desert encounters a bush that is on fire, but does not burn. He is curious,
goes to check it out, and he encounters God. It is God with a capital G.
God asks the man, called Moses (or Moshe, if we are striving
for accuracy here), to perform a task that will require him to act in God's
place, as his messenger. Moses will need to introduce himself, and he knows
that during the course of this task, people will ask him who have him the
authority to make the demands that he is about to make. They are some big
demands - the type that will alter history - and so it is not unreasonable for
these people to ask who handed down these demands to Moses. And it is not
unreasonable for Moses to ask the common question - "Whom shall I say is
calling?"
And God answers. But instead of a name like all the millions
of other gods in the thousands of other religions, some of which Moses is well
acquainted, God gives him something else. It is not a label. God does not
provide him with a Joe, or a Steve - not even a tricky name like Amon-Ra.
Nothing with hyphens, apostrophes or funky Swedish umlauts... He says that he is.
He is.
He simply, and yet at the same time impossibly, is.
(An image of an artifact found in a small
cylindrical metal can in Jerusalem, near the dig sight where the Ark of the
Covenant is believed to be…. Other similar tags were inscribed with “Moses”, “Aaron”,
and a nearly unpronounceable ancient Hebrew script believed to say something
like “Bill’s friend Steve from last year’s Passover party”)
Or do you?
There are ancient Hebrew philosophers that will tell you
that what you are hearing when you pronounce those letters is the sound of
breath. In Hebrew, there is a name for the life-giving breath of all things -
the “ruach.” it is the spirit, the soul.
So what did Moses hear? In the bible we are given a small
diatribe of explanation - I am all that is, and all that ever will be. I am
existence. I AM. But later in scripture we find that there is knowledge of a
name, and so it is fair to make the assumption that Moses heard a name.
Was it YHWH? Did he hear the very breath of God?
Was Moses' experience simply the life giving breath of God?
Perhaps Moses was opened up at the moment, exposed to the reality that this God
had no name, that this God was simply everything. Everything that ever was and
ever will be. Maybe is wasn't as much of a hearing as it was a full experience,
a sensation. Have you ever tried to put into words a feeling? The incomparable
high from the birthed a new child, the exasperating rush of adrenalin from a
near brush with death...they are hard to explain. We hear people try, but until
we have that experience our words, our labels, fall drastically short.
We write LORD as a pronounceable counterpart, using a
familiar word that, at one time, referred to a ruler or king. But we denote the
difference by putting it in all caps, as if we are yelling the very word. LORD
is our label, our name for the unpronounceable.
Later in the Pentateuch we hear that the high priests of
this god were to enter the temple and once a year they say his name. What did
they say?
God could not give Moses an answer that would please Moses.
Moses wanted a label that defined a package. A package that would tell the
recipient all about the contents - where this god was from and what he was
about.
Sorry. This god
could not be packaged. God has no label because this god was something different
- this god was not a creation of humans and therefor able to be labeled. This
god is bigger than that, encompassing everything that is good. This god, for
the first time and uniquely different
from all other gods in all other religions, was existence itself. He had
always existed and always will. There was no birth or death for this God - also unique. This God includes all those other gods. Think
about that.
At that moment Moses' mind was blown. This explanation, one
that we still struggle to grasp today, was brilliant.
He is.
And so, today we use the word "God" with a capital
G. Because God is not a name, but a thing. Our god is the god because he is
God.
He is. He is everything that ever was and everything that
was before that. He is creation, life, and breath. And he is so much more.
Hello, my name is God. You can call me "is". You
can call me LORD, Yahweh, Jehovah, or whatever you can pronounce, because your
labels cannot change me for they are not me. I AM, and I always will be.



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