People who know my middle name are people who cared enough to ask. They are people who have chosen to draw in closely to my life, to dig deeper and discover those things lying beneath the surface. They are people for whom, when I hear their name, I feel something special inside.
People who know my middle name are very often people with whom I have shared intimate thoughts, deep desires and joys, and painful confessions. They care about me as I care about them. They know me in ways that will forever link us as mates—and very often link the two of us together in some eternal endeavor.
Eternity will come and go without people learning my middle name, and with little consequence. But the intimate knowledge of God’s middle name will have never-ending consequences for every person who ever drew a breath.
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