Psalm 139:1-6, 13-18
© Hilary F. Marckx, all rights reserved
Does God know me well enough to speak my name?
Do we know each other well enough
to speak each other’s names?
Is there anything out there
to know me at all?
I think so? I wonder, maybe?
I choose to believe so…
I choose to make claims on God–there or not.
Does it matter?
I do like the sound of my name, though.
I like it best
when I hear it spoken by someone I love.
I will say that I do love God,
but I am not sure if I have ever heard
God speak my name.
And I wonder,
does God have holy lips
with which to speak out our names?
Does God actually have a voice,
or is it that we claim a voice
for God when doing so
matches our own convenience?
I have spoken to God.
I have both pleaded and praised loudly
into the blackness
of the vast universe,
and I think I have been heard.
I think change occurred,
and that God heard and responded.
But have I ever heard God speak MY name?
I have heard a call from a friend in need.
I have answered when strangers have called out.
I have listened to those broken
with life’s tragedy
as they shared the darkness of their souls.
So, yes, I have heard God speak my name!