WORDPLAY
“The Gospel According to Walkie-Talkie”
Ladies and gentlemen, saints and sinners, skeptics and seekers, Let’s talk about names. Because if the person who named the walkie-talkie, Named everything, Well, we’d all be living in a world that’s just a little more bouncy-pouncie. Let me paint the picture, You wouldn’t go to the post office for a stamp, You’d get a lickie stickie. Because that’s what you do, you lick it, then you stick it. Makes sense, right? Logic so pure, even Paul would’ve written about it in his epistles: “Greet one another with a holy kiss — and send it with a lickie stickie!” Your heart stops? No worries, the EMTs arrive with the hearty starty. Clear! Zap! In the name of life, rise up! Kinda like Lazarus, but with wires. Bumble Bees? No longer bees. They’re fuzzy buzzies. God made them tiny but mighty, like airborne worship leaders with stingers. Pregnancy tests? You don’t need digital results. You need hope and humor. Welcome to the maybe baby. Because life begins at conception, And confusion begins at the drug store. Socks? Not socks anymore. They’re feety heaties. Because blessed are the warm toes, For they shall inherit the fuzzy slippers. And forks? Oh yes, Stabby grabbies. Because nothing says grace before meals Like asking the Lord to bless this food, Then going full sword fight on a salad. Now imagine hippos, In the ark with Noah, “Two of every kind,” God said. And Noah looked at those floatie bloaties And said, “Lord, YOU are creative, and hilarious.” But here’s the twist, folks. As fun as this is, God actually did name everything. Genesis 1: HE spoke, and it was. Light. Sky. Sea. Not fuzzy buzzy or feety heatie, but purposeful, powerful names. And then, HE lets Adam do some naming. That’s right. First job in the garden wasn’t farming, it was naming. God trusts us with words. With naming. And naming? That’s sacred. You call a person “loved,” and they start to believe it. You call a child “accident,” and they carry it. You call yourself “broken,” and you stay that way. But God? He calls you redeemed. He calls you chosen. He calls you mine. He doesn’t say you’re a maybe baby, He says you’re a known child. Formed in the womb. Knit like a Divine crochet project. So yes, let’s laugh about breastie nesties and stabby grabbies. But let’s also remember, In a world full of weird names, God gives us one that matters most, Beloved. Not walkie-talkie. Not lickie stickie. Just, Beloved. And that? That name sticks. Amen