Each morning as I take my vitamins, I tear off a page on the calendar, a way of reminding myself later in the day that I actually had taken my vitamins. I get to read a short bit of trivia, something that takes up half a moment and then get on with my day.
Today’s
calendar moment, “I am.” is the shortest complete sentence in the English
language. I then had to wonder if that were true in, let’s say, Hebrew,
referring to the passage of scripture found in the book of Exodus 3:13-15 where
we find out what Moses was told on his trip up to the top of the mountain where
he met with God.
“And Moses
said unto God, Behold, when I come unto the children of Israel, and
shall say unto them, The God of your fathers hath sent me unto you; and they
shall say to me, What is his name? what shall I say unto
them?
And God
said unto Moses, I Am That I Am: and he said, Thus shalt thou say unto the
children of Israel, I Am hath sent me unto you.
And God
said moreover unto Moses, Thus shalt thou say unto the children of Israel,
The Lord God of your fathers, the God of Abraham, the God of Isaac,
and the God of Jacob, hath sent me unto you: this is my name for
ever, and this is my memorial unto all generations.”
I’d leave
it right there, except… you got it…in Hebrew the name I Am is a bit different.
I’ll add what was posted on Facebook sometime back, author was not credited at
that time.
“The Name
of God YHWH
There was
a moment when Moses had the nerve to ask God what his name is. God was gracious
enough to answer, and the name he gave is recorded in the original Hebrew as
YHWH.
Over time
we’ve arbitrarily added an “a” and an “e” in there to get YaHWeH, presumably
because we have a preference for vowels.
But scholars and Rabi’s have noted that the letters YHWH represent breathing sounds, or aspirated consonants. When pronounced without intervening vowels, it actually sounds like breathing.
YH
(inhale): WH (exhale).
So a
baby’s first cry, his first breath, speaks the name of God.
A deep
sigh calls His name – or a groan or gasp that is too heavy for mere words.
Even an
atheist would speak His name, unaware that their very breath is giving constant
acknowledgment to God.
Likewise,
a person leaves this earth with their last breath, when God’s name is no longer
filing their lungs.
So when I
can’t utter anything else, is my cry calling out His name?
Being
alive means I speak His name constantly.
So, is it
heard the loudest when I’m the quietest?
In
sadness, we breathe heavy sighs.
In joy,
our lungs feel almost like they will burst.
In fear we
hold our breath and have to be told to breathe slowly to help us calm down.
When we’re
about to do something hard, we take a deep breath to find our courage.
When I
think about it, breathing is giving him praise. Even in the hardest moments!
This is so
beautiful and fills me with emotion every time I grasp the thought. God chose
to give himself a name that we can’t help but speak every moment we’re alive.
All of us,
always, everywhere.
Waking,
sleeping, breathing, with the name of God on our lips.”

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