My name, Wayne, is English and means…wagon maker! Not the noblest of names and its popularity has waned (!) since the late 40s and 50s. I am OK with it, especially since that’s what everyone calls me.
Names can be important. They can actually determine to a degree how someone interprets you. I mean if someone is names Otto, they may not generate the same aura as Ethan. Myrtle may not deliver the same impression as Hannah, at least not in 2017.
Names often generate a sense of character, a mood, even intelligence. No, that’s not fair, but as I told my children growing up, “Who says life is fair?” The sooner we realize that, the better off we’ll be. We can strive to be fair ourselves, that’s a good thing, that’s a Christian thing.
All I know is I want to be known by what I have done under the umbrella of being a believer in Jesus. I want my wife to speak well of me, assuming I go first. I want my children to remember me as a loving father who prayed for them and wished only that they would love God and care about others. I’m not so interested in fame and fortune myself, I just want to be remembered as faithful. I can live to that end. I’m far from having “arrived” at that, but I can try.
What’s in a name? You are. Wear your name tag well.
“A good name is more desirable than great riches; to be esteemed is better than silver or gold.” Proverbs 22:1