There is an old story of a census taker who was making his rounds in the lower East side of New York, who interviewed an Irish woman bending over her washtub. “Lady, I am taking the census.  What’s your name?  How many children do you have?”

She replied, “Well, let me see.  My name is Mary.  And then there’s Marcia, and Duggie, and Amy, and Patrick, and…”

“Never mind the names,” he broke in, “just give me the numbers.”

She straightened up, hands on hips, and with a twinkle in her eye, said, “I’ll have ye know, sir, we ain’t got into numberin’ them yet.  We ain’t run out of names!”

In a world filled with so many people, we sometimes feel insignificant.  Nobody wants to know our name — they just need our Social Security number, or identification number.  It can be an impersonal world that leaves us feeling very lonely, even when we are surrounded by a large crowd of people.

But in the eyes of God, we are viewed personally.  God knows each of us by name.  We matter to Him.

God said to Jeremiah, “Before I formed you in the womb I knew you, before you were born I set you apart; I appointed you as a prophet to the nations.” (Jeremiah 1:5)

Take comfort in knowing you’re not just a number to God; you’re one of His precious children!

Have a great day!

Alan Smith