What Shall I Call You?

a minor inquiry into the proper naming of God

Perhaps the name you call God is
not really His, maybe it
is just an
alias.

— Rabia

What shall I call you? The Magnificent Wildness? The Subtle Deep? The Shining One Who Lives in All and Sustains All With Love and Yet Transcends All?

Well. That’s a bit long.

Maybe just Love.

Or Laughter.

Or Silence.

Or Beauty.

Yes. Yes to all of these. They come closer than most. Yet none of them can hold you properly. No words can. No Word but One.

Yeshua. Jehovah. Jesus. Jesu.

Yet even that Name has been battered and abused and applied to horrors you have never endorsed, nor has the thought of them ever entered your mind.

Even “Jesus” — that label, not the Person — falls sadly short of holding what you are.

You are the flow of the river that fills the universe. You are the dance of the light from which all things emerge. You are the curl of the wind as it caresses my cheek. You are the echos of laughter in children at play. You are the stillness in the center of a snow laden wood. You are the thunder in ecstasy, the silent joy in the bond of long enduring friendship.

Yes. You are these things. And more.

So, so much more.

The One Beyond Names, then.

I Am That I Am.

You are the Wild One no name can contain because names are an artifact of created things and you

are

No Thing

at all

like that.

[Selah.]