What's In A Name? Disappointment, mostly.
In it’s original Hebrew, the name Matthew means “gift from God”. Seems a little presumptuous of the creator doesn’t it? He must have parted the clouds at some point and spoke to his people, “Behold my children! I bring you a gift!”
Everyone probably got all excited and stopped what they were doing, whispering amongst themselves, “Cool, wonder what it is this time? Rule-bearing tablets? Divine knowledge? Myrrh?”
God, clearing his throat dramatically, continued: “I, your benevolent and all-knowing Father, bring you…this guy named Matt!”
Hezekiah, lead Shepard of the village, was probably like, “Um…okay. You part the clouds and reveal to us your shining and glorious countenance…all to introduce another guy named Matt?”
“What”, God asked, sort of pouting, “you don’t like it?”
“Oh, no, it’s great. Really. It’s just that, you know, there’s already like a million Matts running around this place. We just thought you were gonna unveil some big doctrinal change or something.”
“Look, I can it exchange if you want. How about a nice Malachi, or a Rob?”
“No, we’re thrilled with Matt, it’s great. We were just caught off guard, that’s all. Seriously, thank you so much.”
What they didn’t know is that God himself had received Matthew a few months back on his birthday and he was just trying to get rid of him, free up a little closet space. This is why I’m inclined to believe in reincarnation…I think it’s God’s way of re-gifting humanity.
Thanks.
Everyone probably got all excited and stopped what they were doing, whispering amongst themselves, “Cool, wonder what it is this time? Rule-bearing tablets? Divine knowledge? Myrrh?”
God, clearing his throat dramatically, continued: “I, your benevolent and all-knowing Father, bring you…this guy named Matt!”
Hezekiah, lead Shepard of the village, was probably like, “Um…okay. You part the clouds and reveal to us your shining and glorious countenance…all to introduce another guy named Matt?”
“What”, God asked, sort of pouting, “you don’t like it?”
“Oh, no, it’s great. Really. It’s just that, you know, there’s already like a million Matts running around this place. We just thought you were gonna unveil some big doctrinal change or something.”
“Look, I can it exchange if you want. How about a nice Malachi, or a Rob?”
“No, we’re thrilled with Matt, it’s great. We were just caught off guard, that’s all. Seriously, thank you so much.”
What they didn’t know is that God himself had received Matthew a few months back on his birthday and he was just trying to get rid of him, free up a little closet space. This is why I’m inclined to believe in reincarnation…I think it’s God’s way of re-gifting humanity.
Thanks.

10 Comments:
At 8:54 AM,
Anonymous said…
But that's it, exactly. Reincarnation is God's way of re-gifting humanity. Elizabeth, that's a beautiful turn of phrase there - were you aware a bit of poetry found its way into your prose? What a wonderful, inspiring line. Of course, I say Goddess, you say God, I say potato, you say potato... See! No difference, hehe! It's quite a stunning bit of verse, that. Please, do me a favour and contemplate the notion of re-gifting. I think I'd like to see what you come up with in terms of thoughts, poetry. Whatever. I'm going to take away the concept myself and think it over. I love it. Thanks for letting such a line come out of you into this public space. x
At 8:58 AM,
Anonymous said…
Shit! My brain! I was thinking about my post to my own blog, in which I referenced Elizabeth I (as in, dusty wigged former Queen of these lands) and her name slipped in. I meant to write Matt and wrote Elizabeth. I'm losing it in a tidal wave of creativity today, I swear to whatever. I've written three poems as well. Time to go do some brain-dead activity like watching crap TV, I think. My apologies for my brain being so hyperactive today. I blame it on the sunshine streaming through my window. It makes me run that little bit faster... x
At 8:58 AM,
Anonymous said…
That was insane. No doubt about it. Lock me up!
At 9:02 AM,
Anonymous said…
One last addendum: I was given the names of two disciples. Andrew and Simon. I prefer Simon, but it ended up my middle name when my elder brother started with 'Simple Simon met a pie man...'over my crib less than two hours after I was birthed at home. I take it that ancient verse about Simple Simon made its way over to the US with the colonists? Anyway, my mum duly switched the names around, aghast at the idea I could be mocked in such a way when I got to school. Ha. Little did she know. I was called 'Randy Andy' from day one but no, for no obvious reason...
At 4:25 AM,
Samwick said…
Hey there Andy! Hmmm...maybe we should print up shirts with the reincarnation line, it sounds like a good motto for those of us who feel confusion at the world around us. I would love to turn it into a more prosey line of thought, I will work on that.
'Simple Simon met a pie man"...Actually, I'm not familiar with this...sounds like it gets naughty! How does it go?
At 2:49 AM,
Stan said…
I've got to say that I was so enjoying the humour of Matt being regifted by God that it took me by total surprise that someone would take it seriously. Don't forget this part of the idea, Andy: Matt was re-gifted by God because he wasn't wanted. I don't know how that would hold up in any kind of serious idea of reincarnation. You're suggesting we're all God's rejects. Well, maybe you're right, I guess that IS part of reincarnation. We keep getting rejected until we get it right. Okay, but how about this? Who's presenting us as gifts to God in the first place? It's got to start with someone. The only answer I can think of is that it's the devil. We're originally the devil's creations, created to appease the more-powerful God, or Heaven forbid, He might get a bit snappy one day and take it all away from the devil, you know the forests and cats and so on. So down in his steaming subterranean pits he created this group of monsters, thinking they were quite pretty. But God, being God, had a far more refined sense of aesthetics, and rejected them immediately. So the devil, having his work cut out for him, set up shop on the face of the Earth, and actually tried in his own rude and crude way to refine us rough beings, sending us back and back and yet again back. Along with self-addressed stamped envelopes.
So now you know. I hope the truth isn't too hard to face.
At 5:29 AM,
littlepage said…
I too love the re-gifting line...the associations you make, Matt, are really insightful and unique (not to mention goddamn funny!)
And Stan, I love mythologies and collect folk tales, but I think that's definitely the best creation story I've heard yet.
At 7:02 PM,
Stan said…
Ha ha. Now how do we go about turning it into the Truth?
At 5:07 AM,
Samwick said…
"Who's presenting us as gifts to God in the first place?"
Stan, I love your answer to this question, it makes complete sense. It hadn't even occurred to me that Satan might be behind it all, but it would certainly explain a lot of our behavior. I get so sick of hearing religious people pat themselves on the back for being such special, divine creations...many of us are virutally indistinguishable from termites, or as the late comedian Bill Hicks put it..."We're a virus with shoes". Anyway, the Satan backstory is perfect.
How do we turn it into truth? The same way people have always created truths: we demonize the less fortunate, deify ourselves, and kill anyone who disagrees with us. Sounds fun!
At 3:30 PM,
Snave said…
Those are all great comments! LOL!
When I hear the phrase "What's in a name?" I usually think about how unimaginative humans seem to be. Two examples:
Yes, we have a satellite orbiting our planet, and it is a moon by definition. So did we come up with a special name for it? Yes. "The Moon". Well, DUH!!!
And there is something that lots of people worship in the world today, and while it is a god to them, do they give this god of theirs a special name? Of course they do: "God"!!
Sure it's probably my misanthropic side showing through, but hey... with all these powerful brain cells we supposedly have, couldn't we show a little more imagination?
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