In “Choosing Life,”  I told you that I was a single parent raising two boys.  When I bought our house, I bought it because it had three bedrooms and the garage had been converted into a pool room complete with a pool table.  I didn’t even look at the kitchen.  I don’t cook.  The boys would bring their friends over to play pool.  I would sit in the family room, with the door to the pool room open.  I had one ear focused on what was going on in the pool room.  That’s when I heard it.  One of my sons got angry at another boy.  He cursed at him.  He called him a “Mother.”  That was my name.  I was stunned.  He had used my name to curse out the other boy.  My name.  That must be how Jesus feels when His name is used as a curse.

I also told you about a time when I was under attack.  I was on my bed with an invisible force on my chest.  It felt like a thousand pounds.  I could barely breath.  I managed to get out a whisper.  One word.  “Jesus.”  In an instant the thousand pounds was gone, never to return.   Because of one name, barely audible.   The commandment not to use the Lord’s name in vain was telling us that that name, the name above all names, was full of power.  To use it without acknowledging the power contained within it, was to use the name of the Lord in vain.  I never took that name for granted ever again.  It saved my life.

And it will save yours, also.  At the name of Jesus, every knee shall bow and every tongue confess that Jesus Christ is Lord.  I am waiting for that day.  I want to be there.  I have a few people in my past whom I want to see kneeling before Him and confessing that He is Lord.  I know.  Not a good attitude.  Well, someday I’ll be a good Christian.  But for now, I am waiting for that day.