our name is “Christian”

Washington Diocese of the Episcopal Church

a sermon, based on Luke 2.15-21 and Galatians 4.4-7, preached with the people of Epiphany Episcopal Church, Laurens, SC, on the Feast of the Holy Name, January 1, 2017

“After eight days had passed, it was time to circumcise the child; and he was called Jesus.”


In Bethlehem, Mary gave birth to her firstborn son, wrapped him in bands of cloth, and laid him in a manger.[1] Eight days later, following tradition, he was circumcised, bearing on his body the mark of God’s ancient covenant with Abraham, the outward and visible sign that he was a member of a people. Also, in accord with the custom of many ancient peoples who conferred names upon their children to indicate the roles they would play in the life of their societies, this child was called “Jesus”, the outward and hearable sign of his life’s labor. Jesus, the Greek form of the Hebrew, Joshua, and the Aramaic, Jeshua, means, “God is salvation” or more succinctly, “God saves.”

Thus, the angel Gabriel’s prophetic word to Mary was fulfilled: “You will conceive in your womb and bear a son, and you will name him Jesus.”[2]

This Feast of the Holy Name, coming on the first day of the calendar year, reminds us who we are and whose we are. We, children of God, belong to God as revealed in Jesus and in his prophetic life of love and justice. A life of compassion for all without condition and a life of challenge to the comfortably self-satisfied to act on behalf of the marginalized and disenfranchised.

So, we can understand why in our practice of baptism, the rite of initiation into the church, the community of Jesus’ followers, only the first name of the one to be baptized is spoken; never the surname of one’s earthly family. The reason (historically well known that it went without saying, now, long left unsaid, not well known) is that in baptism one is given a new surname of the universal, spiritual, and eternal family into which one is adopted by God through the Spirit: “Christian.” (So, the Apostle Paul testifies, “God sent his Son…so that we might receive adoption as children. And because you are children, God has sent the Spirit of his Son into our hearts, crying, ‘Abba! Father!’”)

In baptism, one is christened. Named for Christ, who we are bidden not so much to worship, that is, stand by or sit back and adore him, for he, in saving us, has done it all and there’s nothing more we need do, but rather to follow, to continue his life and labor. As he was and is, as he did and does, we, bearing his name, are to be and do in the world.

My sainted Baptist grandmother, Audia Roberts, often said to me, “Remember your name.” She was referring neither to my familial surname, Abernathy, nor the name she bore and bestowed as my middle name, Roberts, but rather my baptismal name, Christian. She desired that I remain ever mindful of whom I represented in the world, whose life I was to reflect, whose labor I was to do. (Honestly compels the confession that I failed more than I succeeded. Still do! Nevertheless, as then, so now, the call abides!)

The words of our Baptismal Covenant express what this life and labor, our life and labor look like:[3] Will you seek and serve Christ in all persons, loving your neighbor as yourself? Will you strive for justice and peace among all people, and respect the dignity of every human being?

After eight days, the child was circumcised and named Jesus. In this, may we hear our calling in this New Year. That our minds and hearts, souls and spirits be circumcised. That we allow ourselves to be cut to the quick, cut to the core of ourselves with an awareness of our name, Christian, and its meaning and, thus, the proclamation of our purpose. That we are to have compassion for all people and to challenge the comfortable to care for all even, especially when, most uncomfortably, it is we ourselves whom we must confront.


Photograph: me preaching at The Washington National Cathedral, Friday, January 27, 2006 (by Walt Calahan)

Illustration: Circumcision of Jesus (1503), Mariotto Albertinelli (1474-1515), Uffizi Gallery, Florence, Italy


[1] Luke 2.7, paraphrased.

[2] Luke 1.31

[3] The Book of Common Prayer, pages 304-305; my emphases.

2 thoughts on “our name is “Christian”

  1. Thank you so much for this Paul!! I’ll remember the words “remember your name”… Christian. I know we all need to remember that, especially as we start the new year.

    I could probably use ” That we are to have compassion for all people and to challenge the comfortable to care for all even, especially when, most uncomfortably, it is we ourselves whom we must confront.” etched on a T-shirt.

    I hope I’m starting my day off this way. I had to worst of mornings… went to bed crying over my loss in 2016, then woke up crying. As I got ready for church, I realized I needed gas. So I in a rush head to the gas station. As soon as I got out of my car, a gentleman came up to my car. I was standing in front of my passenger side door which held my laptop. I immediately thought “GO AWAY, I’m not in the mood for you today”. And he began to tell me a story about he and his girlfriend trying to save up for an apartment. He was evicted from his apartment after losing his job at Verizon during the strike last summer. They were living in his car which he said was paid for and the only possession they owned. If he was just pulling my leg I fell for it, but I believed him. I didn’t judge him because I immediately thought that could easily have been me years ago. I gave him $10, which was all the cash I had and it’s something I never do. He looked down at the $10 and tears came to his eyes. He hugged me and said “bless you”. I felt like a Christian at that moment and I wished him good luck. I watched him go back to his car parked in the gas station lot. He and his girlfriend hugged. I felt a little more Christian as I walked into church this morning. As we go through this first month of the new year, hopefully we can all remember our names.


    • Loretta, your recount of our experience with the gentleman at the gas station brings to my mind that word of the Epistle to the Hebrews concerning “entertaining angels unawares.” It strikes me that this man and woman may have been angels sent to you, inviting you to respond to their need. You did. Not only in giving him $10, but, for me, most especially in your choosing not to judge him. In this, my dearest Christian sister, you fulfilled the Baptismal Covenant in “respecting the dignity of every human being.”


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