I peeked at the little form of my granddaughter.
Black eyelashes quivered against pale cheeks as she kneeled at the bedside of her mommy.
“Jesus, peeease help her move again,” she prayed.
And a spasm jerked my daughter’s arm. With wonder little blue eyes opened wide and locked mine.
“She moved, Grandma. Jesus made her move!”
While my granddaughter pleaded in her simple innocence, I am reminded. There is no other name.
“…that at the name of Jesus every knee should bow, of those in heaven, and of those on earth, and of those under the earth, and that every tongue should confess that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father.” Phil. 2:10-11; NKJV
I have no higher appeal than before the throne of the Name.
Simeon, an old man, righteous and devout waited for the promised Messiah to be revealed. When Mary and Joseph brought Jesus to the temple, Simeon took the child into his arms and blessed God.
“…For my eyes have seen your salvation…” Simeon said. (Luke 2:30; NKJV)
In the body of an infant child resided all the power of the Name.
“Nor is there salvation in any other, for there is no other name under heaven given among men by which we must be saved.” Acts 4:12; NKJV.