30 Who knows your name?

There is a pleasant young man who takes my order at the coffee shop. He usually has the cup ready when he sees me approaching the counter, and we exchange chit-chat. I know that he is married, his wife's family lives locally, he is a student at Ohio State, and he is ethnically mixed (I guessed Hispanic, but was wrong).

Today his name tag says "Jon," yesterday it was "Kyle," and last week it was "Barry." If he can't find his name tag, he says, he borrows one.

There is One who knows our name.