Who am I?
Rather oddly, I’ve never really taken to my name. I’ll sign with it, and answer to it, but it’s always felt borrowed rather than given, if you know what I mean. It was my godmother’s name, chosen over “Myfanwy” which was my dad’s first choice. He got his way in the end, because he was an aficionado of the Home Service of the BBC, which at the time of my introduction to the world, was serialising Daphne Du Marier’s, “Jamaica Inn” and dad was much taken with the barmaid, one, “Mary Yellan”. He misheard it as “Mary Ellen,” so Ellen was tagged on as a consolation prize, and became the name my parents used when I was in trouble.
“Mary” is occasionally translated as “sweetness” and Ellen as, “light.” So thank you mum and dad!
I am much into the theme of identity in Christ, as propounded all over YouTube by Jamie Winship. He has some very interesting things to say on identity, witnessing to a Christ that doesn’t need Christianity to bring healing and wholeness to a broken world. (Well, Duh!)
I’m going off track a bit, but bear with me. When in conversation with an enquirer Winship will say, “I can explain that to you, or Jesus can talk to you right now, which do you want?” Then asks Jesus to do just that. Look him up if you want to know if this works.
Who am I? Winship asked Christ to reveal his true identity and he is “Militant Peacemaker.” He takes Christ, though not Christianity, to Muslims.
So, encouraged to give this asking God what my true Name is, a go, I discovered it’s “My Beloved!” Beat THAT, barmaid of the Jamaica Inn!
Out of curiosity, I asked AI what “Myfanwy” translates into in English. You’ll never believe it if I told you.
