Then they said, “Come, let us build ourselves a city and a tower with its top in the heavens, and let us make a name for ourselves… Genesis 11:4 ESV
How small God must have seemed to them. Solidarity was created among the peoples of this region to think that they could build a tower tall enough to reach into the heavens and, in the process, make a name for themselves.
People were never meant to be the objects of another’s worship. We are to be worshippers. We were never meant to make a name for ourselves. God’s name is to be our banner. It’s a tragedy is when people spend their life building towers that offer them fame; towers in business, towers in ministry, towers in beauty, towers of outstanding talent. Feeling small, man devises his own sources of healing. All the while, the quest for identity remains earthbound.
In the 1980’s, when my quest for significance consumed me, God began speaking to me about my fears and about identity. I wrote this song that would allow the names God calls me to wash over my soul. Anytime I felt inadequate or forgotten, I could sing it. Over the years, I have recorded different versions of it. Just recently, Jaime and I resurrected it to sing again at a local event. We needed to hear it again.
Earth is an orphanage. Orphans flounder. But, God will whisper these truths into the ears of His much-loved adopted children.
GOD GAVE ME HIS NAME
Looking down at the ground
Shadows around me are all I see
They accuse and abuse
Stealing my value, whispering lies to me.
I am a light; I am His bride
An heir to His kingdom; His cross at my side
I am His friend; A daughter and saint
Anointed with love, and mercy and grace
I will stand tall and carry no shame
When I remember God gave me His name.