I was rolling in the car a couple of days ago, listening to BT, and thinking about names. How do you come to the place in your life when you give yourself a super-cool moniker? How do you conjure that kind of temerity? What brings the day when you start to call yourself “Sting”, or “Bono”, or “Edge”.
And maybe it was because I was listening to BT, or because I was listening on an iPod (wirelessly!), or because I was driving around a curve in a Honda, but I thought of my man P3T3RK3Y5. Who (obviously) has given himself a quite amazing name. It fits him, because he is expert at computer, electronic, and piano keyboards. But I’m not sure if he’s thought through the clear reference to the preeminent Apostle and first Pope, the Great Peter (aka The Rock). The man who was famously given the keys to the Kingdom, and who started, well, all of the churches known to God and man.
Our Pete is slightly less ambitious; he’s limited his apostolic efforts to the planting of just one church (so far). But I know a bunch of people who are mighty glad he did.