The Hanford Nuclear Facility is just a few miles from my home; therefore, we have friends who work there. When we listen to conversations between them, we have no clue what they are talking about because they speak in acronyms. Hanford Nuclear Facility is HNF. DOE is Department of Energy. DOD is Department of Defense. That’s the extent of what I know about their acronyms.
I have friends who use acronyms on Facebook and in blogs. GF means girlfriend. RPM means retired preacher man. Sometimes I don’t even know what they are saying because I don’t know the acronym.
Years ago my husband and a friend started an organization called DLOBA. That was supposed to be a temporary acronym until a better one was chosen. Over 20 years later it is still called DLOBA…Dental Lab Owners Business Association.
Then we get to my name…JOY. The first half of my life those letters stood for Jesus first, Others next and Yourself last. It’s nice in theory, but the way it was presented to me was that I had no value. As I worked on becoming a whole person, the meaning of my name changed to one of happiness and contentment.
Last week, I did not live up to my name.
I was in a medical situation where certain procedures were to occur. Yet the paperwork was missing. That was the beginning of my downhill slide. I felt I was being directed to go in circles. Frustration led to anger. When, for the umpteenth time I was asked to fill out more forms, I succinctly explained to the young man on the other side of the counter that I was not living up to my name.
As a Christ-follower, I believe it is imperative that I not speak in acronyms…or Christian…ese. My desire is to speak simply of a God who loves me so that others may clearly understand He loves them too.
And it would be nice if I lived up to my name.
“If you walk around with your nose in the air, you’re going to end up flat on your face. But if you’re content to be simply yourself, you will become more than yourself.” Luke 4:11 (MSG)