“Mr. Wolgemuth!”  The words cut across the open spaces in the airport terminal and grabbed my attention as if someone had grabbed me by the shoulder.  I was on my way to the airport security line, mind drifting, legs engaged… but there was something about my name, perfectly pronounced, that arrested my thoughts.

I had checked a large suitcase at the curbside on American Airlines at Reagan National Airport.  I had my briefcase in hand and my airport march in full stride.  What I had failed to do was to retrieve my Franklin Planner from the check-in counter, and so the agent, a man I had never met before, tracked me down. 

Amidst the noise, distractions, and terminal sensory clutter, I had been stopped dead in my tracks… by my name.

They will call upon my name,
and I will answer them.
I will say, ‘They are my people’;
and they will say, ‘The Lord is my God.’ ~ Zechariah 13:9 (ESV)

God loves it when we call on Him, by name. When across the open spaces of life… we not only cry out, but we call His name. There is something about using a name that connects, affirms, engages and shows respect. When we call our Heavenly Father by name… it makes a difference. 

So across the clutter of life… today, I cry out, Hebrew aside…The Lord My Great Lord—The Strong One—God, the God of Israel—The God Most High—The All-Powerful One Creator—The Eternal God—The Everlasting God—The God Who Sees Me—The All Sufficient One—The God of the Mountains—God Almighty—“I AM”—The Lord will Provide—Immanuel… God with us.

Across whatever chasm... through whatever noise… in every desperate plea… the name of God. 

There is just something about a name… especially His.