In Isaiah 9:6 other names are given for Him. “For unto us a Child is born, Unto us a Son is given; And the government will be upon His shoulder. And His name will be called Wonderful, Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.”
His name is Wonderful. “Therefore God also has highly exalted Him and given Him a name that is above every name, that at the name of Jesus every knee should bow.” Phil 2:9.
His name is Counselor. Jesus Himself said, “I am the good Shepherd and I know my sheep. My sheep hear My voice.” John 10:11, 27.
His name is Mighty God. The Hebrew here is God Almighty, showing that the One who fulfills this prophecy will be God Himself, the One True God.
He is the Everlasting Father. Again this is an indication of Jesus’ divinity. He told Philip, “He who has seen Me has seen the Father,” John 14:9.
He is the Prince of Peace. Peace was proclaimed by the angels to the shepherds in the field, “Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, goodwill toward men!” Luke 2:14.
Peter in Acts 4:12, said, “Nor is there salvation in any other, for there is no other name under heaven given among men by which we must be saved.
The name given by God in heaven, announced by the angels. When the filthiest sinner calls on that Name of Jesus in faith, God will wash the sinner white as snow.
In the 70s while I was working as a telephone operator, I learned to crochet, like my friends were doing. I had learned to knit in home economics class in high school, but I liked the the cute crocheted sweaters better than the knitted ones.
I had tried to learn to crochet from Mom, but she crocheted doilies with thread and a small crochet hook. I just couldn’t seem to pick up the technique. Then when I saw my friends crocheting with yarn and big fat crochet hooks, I thought, “I can do that.” I had a picture in my mind of me holding the hook and yarn and putting the hook in the loops and pulling the yarn through.
I bought a skein of yarn, a big fat hook, and a crochet instruction book, and taught myself to crochet. My first project was a zigzag multi-colored afghan that I still have. Whether crochet or cooking or driving a car, I learned many things because I saw myself doing it. I formed an image in my mind.
“Then He (God) brought him (Abraham) outside and said, “Look now toward heaven, and count the stars if you are able to number them.” And He said to him, “So shall your descendants be.” Genesis 15:5 New King James Version.
When God spoke to Abraham, He told him to look up to the heavens, count the stars, and that is the number of descendants he would have. At that moment, Abraham had no children. He was an old man and his wife was old, but she hadn’t been able to have children even when young.
Abraham looked at the stars and a vision formed in his heart of an old man bouncing a baby boy on his knee, teaching him to walk, and to hunt and fish. Abraham saw himself as a father. Then he put His faith in God to see it come to pass.
Is there something that you have desired for many years, like Abraham desired a son? Look up to the heavens and visualize it for yourself. Then put your faith in God.
I have never been to Heaven, but I’ve been to Oklahoma. I was born in Oklahoma and have lived here all my life. Some people think Oklahoma is cowboys and Indians, oil derricks, flat plains, and the Dust Bowl, but Oklahoma around Vinita is hills and valleys, Grand Lake, the tail end of the Ozarks out of Missouri and Arkansas, lush hay fields, and cattle ranches.
Oatmeal for breakfast with honey and pecans—the perfect fall breakfast.
Sometimes we had eggs but Mama always made “lace” on the eggs, or the yolk would be broken or hard. When she scrambled eggs, she stirred them in the pan, instead of beating them in a bowl first, and there were always strings of egg white, which made me gag. I was so picky it was a wonder I lived to adulthood.
Now I am trying to go back to God’s natural eating plan. I even thought of making up a diet with fatted calf, fish and bread, milk and honey, olives, figs, grains, vegetables, seeds, and honey cakes. I draw the line at eating locust, though. Sorry, John the Baptist.