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What’s in a Name?

In this throw-away culture, what has staying power? What can truly last without ripening stale, wearing out, or being rendered obsolete? One thing seems pretty permanent in our lives: our honours. They arrive before we do( usually concluded upon by parents before we’re born ), and they remain on earth after us( engraved onto gravestones ). They don’t comes out like a necktie at quitting era, and they can’t be raked like scalp against the pavement. They’re more stable than that because, in a sense, our lists go deeper than invests or even our skin.

If reputation renders us a sense of stability, they’re too meaningful because they help us know ourselves, as well as others, in a manner that is no other texts can. For a guy developing a quash on the young woman across from him in a college chide dormitory, his first hope is to somehow find out her epithet. Learning that fact begins to ground his affection in reality. She were becoming increasingly real. Similarly, I’ll grant Juliet’s argument to Romeo: a rose by any other name would indeed smell as sweetened. Nonetheless, if you had no idea what that flower is called, whatever the mention may be, your ability to enjoy it and communicate that gratification to others would be diminished. “Here, dear. A dozen … blooms I don’t know the name of, just for you.” Nice try.

Names can come to possess an ineffable influence over us, as well as a honour that is consistent with our inherent human dignity. There are many Judys in the world, but exclusively one Judy is my mom. So Judy implies something unique to me, even though it’s common enough. That identify is also shorthand for a lifetime of particular recollections, associations, and feelings for me, ones that they are able to never are similar as any other person’s for the Judy in his or her life. W.H. Auden gets at this idea when he alleges, “Proper identifies are poetry in the raw. Like all poetry they are untranslatable.”

Names may not be translatable, but they can be converted. Not by us, but by God’s prompting. We do not refer to Abram as our father-god in faith. Simon is not the boulder upon which Christ constructed the Church. Like Abraham and St. Peter, we who encounter the Lord do not return the same person we were before. We are made new, and for some, so are our names.

But the process is more personal, more closely involved than submitting a change-of-name petition to a adjudicate. In my suit, before enter the Dominican Order I was very attached to my baptismal name. When my mom was pregnant with me, my mothers had decided on Timothy for a boy’s name. And then I just so happened to be born on the feast of St. Timothy, which the Church celebrates today( in lieu of talents, by the way, refer devotions please !). This coincidence strengthened my devotion to St. Timothy and always left me with the sense that God had something special in mind for me in my “Timothy-ness.” And so even though I wanted to take a religious honour upon enrolling the Dominican novitiate( undoubtedly, the revered Dominican, Blessed Jordan of Saxony, preferred me as much as I preferred him. Another narration for another post ), it was a little bittersweet to hear the prior declare at the vestition ceremony 😛 TAGEND

In the world you were known as Timothy. In the Order you will be called Brother Jordan.

Then I manifested more on the verbs in this statement. Indeed, in the world I had been known, and I liked being known. Nevertheless , now I had been called. Furthermore, I realized my “Jordanicity” was actually the fulfillment–not the diminishment–of my “Timothy-ness.” The Church asks for and acknowledges our word at our Baptism. The sacrament closes us with an indelible spiritual assessment; once baptised, ever baptised( CCC 1272 ). So, in that way, formerly Timothy, always Timothy. But Baptism merely kick-starts us into the life of the Church. We have a specific vocation that springtimes from Baptism: to matrimony, the priesthood, consecrated religious life-time, or venerated single live. Therefore, I could not become Br. Jordan( a committed religious) without first being Timothy( a baptised Catholic ). And I could not be fully Timothy without becoming Br. Jordan.

Such a process begins in the saving call of Jesus. His coming in the flesh is “the exhaustive translation of the meaning of God … and he does this without losing anything of the fullness of the Original, ” writes Erasmo Leiva-Merikakis( who also happens to go by a new epithet now as a Trappist monk, Fr. Simeon ). Jesus decodes God in a way we can understand because God becomes human in Him, like us in all things but guilt. Because Jesus is fully divine, nonetheless, He can perform a translation most perfect than Auden or anybody else could imagine possible.

Jesus not only changes the Father’s boundless affection with the words of His learns, but also, through the Crucifixion, tapes that love onto His Body for all to read. It is inked with His Blood, upon the parchment of His Body, the fingernails and a lance doing the writing. In this case, Divine Love by any other name would not–could not–appear so profound. Because this Word spells out our emancipation, and enables us to be specified the Father’s chose lads and daughters, sharers in His Son’s glory.

Editor’s note: This article primarily appeared on Dominicana and is reprinted here with manner assent.

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