I recalled something this week that had happened a few years ago. The memory brought about a sweet sense of nostalgia. It was a Sunday morning. A particular church had invited me to be their guest speaker. Afterwards, as I was mingling and speaking with various folks, I overheard someone say, “She’s Chuck Blair’s daughter.” I still recall the feeling of elation. I think I felt myself grow taller in that moment. To be identified as “Chuck Blair’s daughter” is a great compliment to me. My Dad was a much loved and highly respected man of God. His memory still lingers among many with great affection.
In my teenage years, my Dad and I would sit at the kitchen table with Bibles open, discussing together what we read. Even after I grew up and left home, whenever I would return for a visit, we would sit and talk together, pondering Biblical truths. My Dad has been my greatest mentor. Therefore, to be identified as “Chuck Blair’s daughter” comes as a point of healthy pride and joy in my life. There’s definitely something about that name, but there’s an even greater name. It’s Jesus.
Have you noticed something about saying the name of Jesus out loud? People who don’t identify with the name either shrink back in great discomfort, making attempt to change the subject, or they abhor the name and berate its very mention; but those who love the name, who identify with the name, who know the power of the name, light up in great joy. There really is something about the name.
There have been times in my life when I’ve felt discouraged. I can read God’s Word and find help. I can pray and sense Father’s nearness to me. I can share my concerns with dear friends and know comfort. All these things are needed and a “must do” in our lives. However, the icing on the cake is when I simply whisper the name — Jesus. I speak His name and wait in lovely anticipation. A love touch comes to my heart. A sweet reminder of His care fills me. A strong sense that, what discourages me, will indeed be overcome. “Jesus. Jesus. Jesus,” as the song by Bill and Gloria Gaither goes,“Master, Savior, Jesus, like the fragrance after the rain. Kings and kingdoms may all pass away, but there’s something about that name.” Eyes closed and He lifts me up with the dearest of reminders of His love for me. Jesus. Name above all names. I will exalt you, Jesus. I desire to glorify you, Jesus. You bless me with joy, Jesus. You fill me with peace, Jesus. I praise you, Jesus. I love you, Jesus.
Jesus. “There is salvation in no one else! God has given no other name under heaven by which we must be saved.” Acts 4:12. Jesus. Only Jesus. Always Jesus. Therefore, always love. Always joy. Always hope. All because of Jesus.
That was so sweet Vickie. I have so many warm memories of Brother Chuck, as pastor, preacher and encourager of our youth. You are so very much like him, he would be so proud.
Aw, Linda. That brought tears to my eyes. You are so kind and thoughtful. Thank you for those words about my Dad and me.