Every so often, I think about how odd it is that so very many people I love have names starting with the letter J.
There is my husband Jon, and two of my children (Joel and Julia). My paternal grandmother’s name was Juanita, and one of my especially dear friends is Josephine. My dad and his father both had the first name James, though neither of them used it, preferring to be called by their middle names instead. My sister-in-law is Julie and her husband’s name is Jeff. My cousin has a son named Jude, and another cousin has a boy named Jack.
There are more …
Mrs. Jeane taught me 4th grade, but she was always more like an aunt to me. I have two friends named Jill, and a college pal named Justine. Every week at church kind Mr. Johnny sits in front of me, and sometimes Jose’ sits behind me. I have several acquaintances with the names Jennifer, Jessica or some variation thereof. I know a few Joshuas, a couple of Jeremys and there are at least three people I know with the name JJ.
And should I run out of people with names start with the letter J, there is always my husband’s dog, Jackson.
It really does seem like a lot of people have J names.
One year I had a classroom full of 3rd graders, in which 15 of my 23 students had names beginning with the letter J.
Jordan, Jordon, and Jordyn, as well as Jacob and Jakob. Jeremy and Jerome. Jocelyn, Jacqueline, and Jasmine. Joshua. Jarod. Jacee. Jamie. Jade.
Of the remaining eight students, five had names beginning with the letter K or a C which made the hard “kuh” sound. (Oh yes … the insanity is true. I couldn’t make this stuff up. Poor Damien. He probably got called on to answer questions far more than he should have.)
Naturally, that was the school year I thought I might go crazy. Never in my life have I stuttered quite so much. I vowed then and there to never name a single one of my children any name starting with the letter J, but you see how well that worked out for me.
When I was a child, my church often sang an old hymn that goes like this:
Jesus, Jesus, Jesus. Sweetest name I know.
Jesus. It really is the sweetest, most wonderful name. It’s also the most important name I know, for it is the name above all other names.
at the name of Jesus
every knee will bow—
of those who are in heaven and on earth
and under the earth—
and every tongue should confess
that Jesus Christ is Lord
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