Growing up I had many nicknames. I was tall and skinny so some of my family called me ‘slats’ because I looked like a bed slat. I had one brother who couldn’t say Glenette so he called me Net. Twelve years later I had a brother who couldn’t call me Glenette, Net, or anything else polite, so he decided to call me Doe Doe. (I am glad he grew out of that stage.) Needless to say, I think most of us have that special name for those special people in our life.
Yesterday Tim preached about the four names given to Jesus in Isaiah 9. (Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace) I asked him which one of these names was his favorite. He said Everlasting Father because he didn’t have a strong father and loved the way that God had become his father.
I would have to say out of these names the one that touches me the most is the Prince of Peace. I hate to say this about myself, but I am the drama queen of my family. You can throw in a dose of PMS and First child syndrome and chaos is the result. I believe that Christ has brought peace into my wild and crazy world.
So let me ask you the same question. What is your favorite name for Jesus? If you haven’t thought about it; now is the time.
For unto us a child is born, unto us a son is given: and the government shall be upon his shoulder: and his name shall be called Wonderful Counselor, The mighty God, The everlasting Father, The Prince of Peace.