He Knows My Name

John 21:16Jesus saith unto her, Mary. She turned herself, and saith unto him, Rabboni; which is to say, Master.”

“Who’s responsible for this mess?”

There are some things that we probably did not want to own up and admit that we did. We just as soon have them think it was someone else instead of us because of the consequences that that one would face. Then there are those times when praise and honor would be bestowed, and we wish they would call our name. 

When people say your name, what do they think? For what are you known? What type of person are you? Do you see yourself honestly and agree as others would of their assessment of you? Pride is a deceitful sin that only reveals itself in the fruit. Pride would think me far more or far less of their view of me. 

But here, the gospel of John accounts the meeting between Mary and the newly risen Savior. Her grief and loss of One so dear; One that changed her life completely wracked her soul. All that she knew; all that she believed was now put to the test. Where was He? Why can’t we find Him? 

Then, seeing this man standing there – unfamiliar, she asks;

John 20:15 “…Sir, if thou have borne him hence, tell me where thou hast laid him, and I will take him away.”

He knows my name!

I can only imagine the calm assurance that washed over her that moment! The peace. The calm… and to be in His presence at that very moment. 

A young child who has ever been lost knows that feeling when they first see a familiar face and run into their arms for safety. The stress of the last 48 hours and the scenes that played out in that time shook the faith of everyone present. 

Mary was there with Jesus’ mother Mary at the foot of the cross. She saw Him reduced to a bloody, grotesque display of human cruelty. She saw the sky darken. She felt the earthquake. She saw those that had died awake and walking through the city. 

But she was also with a group of those who had fled the scene. Those whose faith were not as strong as hers. She knew what Jesus had said and fully believed that He was who He said He was and was going to do what He said He was going to do.

Before the dawn came, she had to see for herself. Her faith drove her to come. Upon her arrival, she was met by two angels speaking to her about the risen Savior. 

“It’s true!”

And if it’s true, then, where is He? When she heard Jesus say, “Mary” it all clicked. He opened her eyes and she saw Him as she had known Him. The final delivery of the blood to Heaven had not been made and touching Him would have corrupted the perfect sacrifice. 

John 20:17Jesus saith unto her, Touch me not; for I am not yet ascended to my Father: but go to my brethren, and say unto them, I ascend unto my Father, and your Father; and to my God, and your God.”

“Go and tell…” was the command He gave her. And she did. But that truth – He knows my name has such significance. It is an eternal matter that Jesus knows my name.

Revelation 20:15And whosoever was not found written in the book of life was cast into the lake of fire.”

The eternal weight of that moment for some will be altogether too late when they find that their names are not in the Lamb’s Book of Life. 

I can tell you honestly and truly that if you would ask the Heavenly Father if He knows Paul Treloar – He would say “Yes, Paul is My child”. He doesn’t just know OF me, He KNOWS me. 

He knows every hair on my head. He knows everything I have ever done or will do. He knows those thoughts that only I have spoken in my head. He even knows the words I will say in the future. 

So, let me ask you this morning, “If God knows you so intimately, how well do you know Him?”

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