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Your True Name Awaits Your Belief


The Law of the True Name: Why You Walk Like a Pauper When the King Calls You His Child

Let me tell you a story of two names.

Last Tuesday, in the grinding gridlock of the N1, my fuel light glared like an accusing eye. Load-shedding had stolen my chance to charge, and the anxiety was a physical weight. I pulled into a garage in Akasia, my spirit as empty as my tank. The attendant, his face etched with the weariness of our times, moved with a slow, defeated shuffle. As I handed him cash, our eyes met. I saw it—not just fatigue, but a deep, settled resignation. He was not just a man doing a job; he was a man defined by the job, by the struggle, by the relentless kaffir of South African life. The world had written a name on his forehead: Invisible. Struggling. Not Enough.

Is that not the air we breathe? A culture that names you by your credit score, your social media likes, your clan name, your past failures, or the political party you despise the least. We are baptized in a river of other people’s expectations, pavements prophets and political pied pipers shouting who we are. And we believe them. We wear these borrowed, broken names like ill-fitting uniforms, and then wonder why our souls chafe and our spirits limp.

But here is the universal, immutable law, a truth more foundational than gravity: You will live according to the name you accept, and you will war according to the name you believe.

The world offers you a description. God declares your destination. This is the great battlefield of belief—the narrow strip of land between the lie you’ve rehearsed and the truth you must receive.

Let’s define our terms with philosophical precision, for confusion is the devil’s playground.

· A Worldly Name: A label based on performance, perception, or past. It is circumstantial, conditional, and cruel. It says, “You are your failure. You are your title. You are your father’s sin.”

· Your True Name: An identity bestowed by revelation, rooted in creation, and sealed by redemption. It is eternal, unconditional, and anchored in the I AM. It says, “You are My beloved. You are My workmanship. You are a child of the Most High God.”

The Scripture declares unequivocally: “See what great love the Father has lavished on us, that we should be called children of God! And that is what we are!” (1 John 3:1). Notice the divine grammar. It is not “that is what you might become.” It is not “that is what you are on Sundays.” It is a present-tense, categorical reality: That is what we ARE. The God who named Abraham “Father of Nations” while he was just a childless elder, who named Simon “Peter the Rock” while he was still unstable sand, has named you in Christ. Your true name is Child. Heir. Royal Priest. Holy Nation. Masterpiece.

A common objection arises from our culture of performance: “This is pious fantasy. Look at my bank account, my broken family, my recurring sin. How can I be ‘royal’ when I can’t even keep the lights on?” This objection fails because it commits a category error. It confuses position with condition. Your position is a throne room decree. Your condition is the daily journey of living into that truth.

Picture a prince, kidnapped at birth and raised in a dusty township shack. He is taught he is a nobody, lives like a nobody, believes he is a nobody. But his identity is not altered by his environment. One day, the King’s messengers find him, unroll the scroll of his lineage, and declare his true name. His immediate circumstances don’t change—the shack is still a shack, the bucket shower is still cold. But everything has changed. He walks differently. He speaks differently. He sees the shack not as his definition, but as his assignment. He is in the township, but he is no longer of it. This is you, Christian.

The attack on your identity—that nagging “not enough,” the shame of the past, the envy of another’s highlight reel—is not a sign of your inadequacy. Attack is the proof that your enemy anticipates your success. The devil does not waste ammunition on a target he owns. He fires lies at your true name because he fears what will happen when you finally answer to it.

So how do we live this law? With practical, daily defiance.

1. Renounce the Alias. You must sound the alarm against the counterfeit names. When the voice says “Failure,” you declare “Forgiven.” When the system calls you “Marginalised,” you decree “Mightily Loved.” When your past whispers “Shame,” you shout “Sanctified.” Do this aloud. There is power in the proclamation that dismantles strongholds.

2. Wear the Habit of Your Royalty. Your habits decode your destiny. A child of the King does not feast on gossip, fury, and fear. You put on the habit of gratitude, scripture, and prayer as deliberately as putting on your clothes. You dress your mind for the throne room, not the shebeen.

3. Walk in the Authority of the Name. In our South African context, this means you stop apologizing for your grace, your integrity, your hope. In a boardroom riddled with corruption, your royal name is Integrity. In a family line broken by addiction, your royal name is Chain-Breaker. In a nation groaning under load-shedding, your royal name is Light-Bearer. You are not merely protesting darkness; you are installing a generator of the Spirit.

True liberation is found only in submitting to the name God has given you. It is the end of the exhausting performance, the crushing comparison. You are not a LinkedIn profile begging for validation. You are a walking decree of heaven, authorized, appointed, and anointed.

Therefore, reason itself, illuminated by Scripture and confirmed in the deepest longing of every human heart—to be fully known and fully loved—compels us to acknowledge this: The most revolutionary act you will commit today is to believe God over your feelings, over your resume, over your history.

Father, in the mighty name of Jesus Christ, I renounce every name I have accepted that did not come from You. Today, I receive my royal identity. Let my life in Akasia, in Pretoria, in the chaos and beauty of South Africa, echo the Name You have called me. I am Your child. And that is what I am. Amen.

Walk in your true name. The King has spoken it. Now, believe it.


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