Breaker, Breaker

Do you remember when CB radios first came into wide use? Everyone had to have one. “Breaker, breaker,” we’d say into our new microphone, not really knowing what that meant except that’s what you were supposed to say when you wanted to talk. And we all had to have a “handle,” the name you
communicated by, because no one used his real name. Some were “Hot Mama, Big Daddy, Preacher Man.” Everyone came up with a handle that in some way reflected them to others.

Lots of people have nicknames. When I went to work at 15 years of age in a coffee shop after school, the coffee drinkers nicknamed me “Lovey,” which is also like a play on my real name, “Lavon,” pronounced “love-on.”

Now, may I ask, did I become lovey acting after they gave me that name or did they name me that because I acted lovey? It’s probably a little of both, but Mom says I was born that way. Some nicknames reflect physical attributes, like “Shortie” or family relationships, like “Sonny” and “Sis.”

So if you were going to pick a nickname or CB handle for yourself, what would you choose? Is the “Hot Mama” really that way or wishing she were? Is the “Preacher Man” religious, spouting rules and regulations, or is he a real gospel-preaching, people-loving man like Jesus?

The Word says that one day Jesus will give us a new name, written on a white stone, Rev 2:17. I wonder? Will it reflect the lives we have lived on this earth? Will it speak of who we are? If we are going to have that name through all eternity, wouldn’t it be terrible if it reflected the bad traits that we have developed on this earth?

What will your new name be? I wouldn’t mind if my new name is Lovey.