Flash is getting his own category, now that he has become a regular feature in my blog. I simply could not resist using the A-word, and although I worry that it may offend a reader or two, I humbly remind us all that the King James Version uses it all the time.
Our neighbors are very good friends of ours. We literally "share" the pasture where Flash resides. Although I do feel bad about the loud bellowing that takes place at all odd hours, I feel certain that he provides them with just enough entertainment to keep us on good terms.
Not long after Flash came to live with us, our neighbors stopped by to check out our new family member.
"And we thought of the PERFECT name for him!" they exclaimed excitedly. Before we could respond that we had already named our donkey, they blurted out, "HAY-soos! You know, Spanish for Jesus! Isn't that just perfect?"
I mumbled something about how we thought "Flash" was kind of a funny name, you know, because he's not that fast and all. But apparently they didn't pay any attention to that part of the conversation, because they continue to use THEIR name for OUR donkey.
Hmph. I don't know why, but it's never occurred to me to re-name any of my friends' pets for them. I always thought that the person who owns the pet gets to name the pet. I mean, you can call my donkey anything you want, but that's not going to be his name. You can call him "Spot," or "Secretariat," or "Mr. Ed," but don't expect him to come running when you call him that, because I've told him he doesn't have to come unless he hears his actual given name. Yeah, that's right. By me. Given, by ME!
Boy, it annoys me when I see him trotting over whenever he hears "YOO-hoo! HAY-soos!"
Flash! You don't have to go over there! Have some self-respect!
And then one day it struck me just how much like Flash I am. I thought of MY owner, my Master. The One who has named me. He calls me:
Bought with a Price.
Oh, there is a long list of sweet names He has given me. Because He owns me. Because I belong to Him.
Ya'll, I'm about to start preachin.
I SAID! OH YES, I SAID!!
HE'S NAMED ME!
BOUGHT WITH A PRICE!
But then what do I do? I hear other names being called out to me and I respond by running toward those false names, like a foolish ass.
What's worse is that I start acting like those names belong to me! Poor me, I'm such a failure. I'm no good. I'm just a loser, yeah that's me.
Like Flash, I need to remember Who I belong to and Who has named me. Those other names aren't MY names! Satan, the accuser, can call me anything he wants, but you know what? HE DON'T OWN ME! And I don't have to come running whenever I hear him call.
THAT'S RIGHT YA'LL!
I. don't. have. to. come. Because Satan's not my owner. I don't belong to him.
So I'm asking you. Who owns YOU? Who do you belong to?
Oh, my friend. Just come to the One who owns you. Because He's got a whole long list of sweet names for you, too. And He's calling YOUR name!
Isaiah 43:1,2 But now, thus says the LORD, who created you, O Jacob, And He who formed you, O Israel: “Fear not, for I have redeemed you; I have called you by your name; You are Mine."
My donkey's name is Flash. His name is Flash because I own him and I named him.