Power in the Name

This week we’re looking at John chapter seven.
I was coaching our son’s soccer team in a league organized by our church when one of his young teammates asked a good question. As part of this soccer league, we would pause during practice to have a short devotion each week. His question was of course completely unrelated to the devotion I was sharing. He wanted to know why people would use God’s name when they were cussing. He was confused why somebody trying to say bad words would throw God’s name in there.
I did not have a good answer ready for him, but as I flailed around, I think just maybe the Holy Spirit nudged me in the right direction. I told him that I wasn’t sure, but maybe there is just so much power in God’s name that even somebody far from Him can’t help but acknowledge it. When somebody trying to act rebellious and tough uses God’s name in vain, what they’re admitting is that deep down inside they know there is power there, even if they are actively rejecting it.
Bless their hearts, for all their determined efforts to have nothing to do with Him, some people can’t even lash out in anger without calling on the power of Jesus. In John chapter seven, the chief priests and Pharisees were frustrated that the temple guards had not seized Jesus and brought Him to them.
Then the temple police came to the chief priests and Pharisees, who asked them, “Why haven’t you brought Him?” The police answered, “No man ever spoke like this!” (John 1:45-46 HCSB)
The temple police, who I assume seldom refused to follow the chief priests’ orders, were incapacitated by His words. There was and is power in His words. There was and is power in His name. Bill Gaither put it like this:
Jesus, Jesus, Jesus; there's just something about that name
Master, Savior, Jesus, like the fragrance after the rain;
Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, let all Heaven and earth proclaim
Kings and kingdoms will all pass away
But there's something about that name
I don’t like hearing the Lord’s name taken in vain – we are clearly commanded not to do that. But next time I hear somebody do it instead of focusing on how it offends me, I’m going to try to remember to pray for them. They’re calling on the name already, so maybe they’re getting close to understanding why.
And while I’m huffy about that speck in their eye, I need to humbly remember that much of my own sin is worse than their flippant words.
By Mark Stuart
Mark is the husband of Laura, father of Shelby and Jacob (Bailey), and grandfather of Charley.









