Love Knows Your Name

I love nicknames.
In college I lived with a roomie whose name was also Jenna.
So our friends gave us a lot of nicknames to set us apart.
I became a variety of names: J, JLu, Jen, Beautiful, Her Majesty …
(Okay, maybe not all of those were my nicknames. I'll let you guess which ones were not:)

But I also love nicknames because, in my opinion, they show affection.
They tend to show that the relationship is more than just professional.
When I use a nickname, that means I really know her or him.
And usually love her or him.

My dad still calls me "Jenna Wenna." It's a special nickname he calls me.
And for whatever reason it makes me feel loved.

Maybe that's because when people say our names, whether it be "nicked" or not, that means we are, to some extent known by them.
And we all want to feel known, right?
Why do think our culture is so obsessed with fame, social media, even blogs:)?
To be known.
And we don't just want to be known in a shallow way.
But in a relational way, in a loving way.
Because when we are known in a deep and loving way, it changes us.

It changed my girl Mary.
Ever met Mary? A lot of people call her Mary Magdalene.
But properly, she is Mary from Magdala.
Magdala is a village on the Sea of Galilee, a village Jesus would have visited, a village where He probably met Mary.

First thing we read about her?
Well, Luke 8 tells us that Jesus had cured her of seven demons.
In typical boy fashion, Luke keeps it short. Seven words to describe seven demons.
"from. whom. seven. demons. had. gone. out." 
Real cool Luke. 
Give us girls some details! 


But all we know is that before, Mary was living in darkness and despair. 
And now she is different.
Now she is following Jesus, even helping Jesus. 
Something about Jesus compelled her to follow Him, even minister TO Him. 

So what in heaven's name happened? 
Well, I believe love happened. 
What happened to transform Mary? 

It was a love that not only had the power to cure her but the power to transform her. 
And even more than that, it was a love that was personal, relational.
A love that made her feel known. 
A love that knew her name.
How do we know this? By looking at the end of her story.

Mary sees Jesus die a brutal death on a cross. 
After he was buried, she went to visit His grave.
But when she arrived at the grave, something was very wrong. 
The tomb where Jesus was buried was empty. 
So she began to cry, thinking someone had stolen His body.
As she cried, she heard a voice. 

Jesus said to her, “Woman, why are you weeping? Whom are you seeking?”Supposing Him to be the gardener, she said to Him, “Sir, if you have carried Him away, tell me where you have laid Him, and I will take Him away.” Jesus said to her,“Mary!” She turned and said to Him in Hebrew, “Rabboni!” (which means, Teacher).

When did she finally recognize the voice of Jesus?
Did you catch it? If not, look again.
She recognized Him when she heard her name. 
"Mary."

What does that say about Jesus? What does that say about the relationship she had with Him? 

You know, looking back …
In high school when I did anything so that the "cool girls" would know my name,
Or when I would load on the makeup so that the cute guy would know my name…

Or looking at today …
When someone I admire actually knows my name,
And as silly as this sounds, when a someone tweets or Facebooks my name…

It all roots back to this deeper desire I have to be known.

So when I think about the truth that Jesus knows my name...
I mean, the Creator of Pluto knows my name!
The moulder of the mountains to know my name!
The essence of love knows my name!
It changes me, just like it changed Mary. It takes me from darkness to light. From empty to filled. 

You have a God who knows your name.
Love knows your name.
"He calls His own sheep by name …" 

And if this truth hasn't changed you, then maybe, starting today, you can get to know Him in return.



P.S. If you don't know what all this "knowing Jesus" stuff is all about, but you are interested … contact me here. 

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Love Is … Healing

Wounds. We all have them.

Wounders. We have all been them.

After all, we live in a broken, wounded world.

2013 came with many wounds - the passing of my father-in-law, the passing of a grandmother, the passing of our unborn baby. And with these wounds, I became a wounder.

Ever heard the phrase, "hurt people hurt people"? It's true. (And my poor husband got the brunt.)

I think that's why this past year, I found myself hanging out with one particular girl in the New Testament a lot. I just feel like I “get” her a little, and if she knew me, she would “get” me. 

(See her full story here.)

I don’t know her name.

The Bible doesn’t tell us.

But we instantly sense her shame.

See, for 12 years Mark tells us that this woman suffered from “constant” bleeding.

A lot of scholars think it was a hemorrhage of the womb, so that means vaginal bleeding for 12 years.

Twelve years.

Constant.

And with this kind of bleeding, under the Jewish law, she was legally "unclean."

Anyone or anything she touched would be legally “unclean.”

So it may not be a stretch to assume that for 12 years this woman couldn’t attend synagogue, couldn’t hug a friend she passed in the market, couldn’t hold her husband’s hand or pick up a baby.

What would this do to your self-esteem, reputation … your heart?

Twelve years of being called “unclean.”

Twelve years of separation.

The physical wound was nothing compared to the emotional one.

Can you relate to her a little? What wounds are hurting you today?

Maybe it was her cutting words. His unfaithfulness. A dad who wasn’t emotionally involved, or a mom whose expectations you couldn’t live up to.

It could be that this Valentine’s week only brings you pain because you haven’t met him or you miss him.

And what do you do with this hurt?

Maybe you deny it.

Maybe you dwell on it.

Or maybe you, like me, turn to people or stuff to fix it.

Not too long ago I was worked up with worry. I had to go to the mall to return an item. 

I walked into the mall with one bag and walked back out with five.

Popping shopping pills.

I’m guilty.

I frequently find myself telling one girlfriend about how the other girlfriend hurt me. I call it “venting,” but let’s call it for what it is – gossip.

Rubbing a little gossip ointment on the wound.

I’m guilty.

But instead of turning to shopping, gossip, social media, a new man, job success or way too many margaritas for healing, what if we do what our friend does in Mark 5?

“She had heard about Jesus, so she came up behind him through the crowd and touched his robe. For she thought to herself, “If I can just touch his robe, I will be healed.” 

She turned to Jesus.

And she didn’t just turn to Him.

She turned to Him with faith.

“I will be healed,” she thinks.

And when she does, her bleeding immediately stops.

But that’s not enough for Jesus.

Physical healing is never enough for Jesus.

“He turned around in the crowd and asked, “Who touched my robe?” 

And “he kept on looking around to see who had done it.” 

I love that word “kept.”

He kept after her until she was drawn out of the madness of the mob who marginalized her and into the presence of the God who sees her, knows her, loves her.

And He does the same with you and me.

He keeps after us.

Keeps after us until we see the success, the shopping, the new man, the new figure ... can’t cure us.

He keeps after us until we step into His presence.

His presence is healing ointment for our deepest wounds.

Because in His presence, we are seen, we are known, we are loved.

In His presence, He says to her...to you...to me,

“Daughter, you took a risk of faith, and now you’re healed and whole.” 

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Love is a Someone

Well it's February. You know what that means.
Cold weather, delayed flights, the end of football season, MLB spring training, Mardi Gras buzz … oh yeah, and that little day called Valentine's Day.

Don't start rolling your eyes yet Valentine haters. I'm not going to go "Nicholas Sparks" on ya.
But I do want to hang out on this idea of "love" over the next few posts.

I know, I know, the "love" theme is cliche.
But aren't cliches, cliche for a reason?
Why do you think almost every song, every book, every poem, every commercial includes this idea of "love"?

Because we were made for it - made to love, made to be loved, made to say love, made to know love.

And did you know that you were made by Love?
Love thought you into existence.
Love knit you together in your mother's womb. It breathed life into your soul.
Love gave you a purpose, a name.
Love knows the number of hairs on your head and number of thoughts inside it.
Love knows your every secret, every victory, every tear, every chuckle, every sigh.

Love made you.
You see … Love is a Someone.

Sure, love is a word.
Love is an action.
Love is a feeling.

But above all else, Love is a Someone.

So I want to spend this month looking at some of my favorite stories about Love - the capital L kind - so that even you Valentine haters might find a reason to celebrate.

1 John 4:8, "God is Love."

So today, when you are stuck in traffic listening to a song about love, curled up on your couch watching a TV show about love, or watching the latest wedding proposal on Youtube that's gone viral, remember that you are loved by Love.

The capital L kind.

(taken from an excerpt in Love Is …  )