Meditating on Monday

There was a moment when Moses had the nerve to ask God what God's name is.  God was gracious enough to answer, and the name God 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 rabbis 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, that first breath, speaks the name of God.  A deep sigh calls God's name – or a groan or gasp that is too heavy for mere words.  Even an atheist would speak God's name, unaware that their very breathe is giving constant acknowledgment to God.  Likewise, a person leaves this earth with their last breath, when God’s name is no longer filling their lungs.  So when I can’t utter anything else, is my cry calling out God's name, since being alive means I speak the name of God 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.  Breathing, then, is praising God, even in the hardest moments.  God chose 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.

❤️  Thanks to my daughter Sandra for posting this (edited) meditation was written by Sandra Thurman Caporale from the Memorial Church of Christ in Houston.  The graphic artist is unknown.