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I’ve got a very interesting bit of information that we learned in Hebrew class that I would like to pass along to all of you. You might find it quite interesting. Though I don’t have any translations with this particular name for God in them, the rest of you might like to answer the question…
Who is Jehovah?
Before I answer this, it is important to give a little lesson in Hebrew so that one will be more able to follow what I write and be able to reference the information whenever a refresher is needed. The following, read from right to left, in contradistinction to English, is the Hebrew alphabet:
l k y f j z w h d g b a
t v c r q x p e s n m
(I have enlarged the letters so that small differences may be easily distinguished. In English, looking at the Hebrew from R to L: Alef, Bet, Gimel, Dalet, He, Vav, Zayin, Het, Tet, Yod, Kaf, Lamed, Mem, Nun, Samek, Ayin, Pe, Tsade, Qof, Resh, Sin, Shin, Tav. Notice that the letters ‘sin’ and ‘shin’ are very similar, with only an accent mark’s difference between them. Tthe letters ‘he,’ pronounced ‘hey,’ and ‘ḥet,’ which has a guttural sound, are also very similar. For those interested, it should also be noted that kaf, mem, nun, pe, and tsade have a different spelling when at the end of a word. In this order, they are ] . , [ and ;. Sources consulted.[i])
Also, you must understand that the first transcripts of the Hebrew Bible would have been difficult for a Westerner to read as the books were composed completely without vowels or spaces. But when the Masoretes, a section of Jewish scholars, realized that speaking Hebrew was becoming less and less common, even among Jews, something had to be done to preserve the original text of the Hebrew Scriptures. They devised a system of vowel points and accents to be placed directly above and below the Hebrew text, or in the margin, to protect the authoritative word of God from corruption and yet allow those without knowledge of Hebrew pronunciation to read the text.[ii] Since there are many of these vowel points I will only reference the ones used.
Now, on to the question above: Who is this Jehovah to, and of, whom we sing each week?
First, in the Hebrew language, Moses is told that God’s name is hw@hy% (sometimes called the tetragrammaton and meaning ‘Yahweh’ or ‘the Lord’) in Exodus 3:14 and 6:2-8, and this is what God should be known as. As you can see, there are small markings below the yod (or y, 1st letter, remembering that in Hebrew they read from the right to the left) and the waw (w), which I will hereafter refer to as ‘vav’.[iii] The mark underneath the yod, one dot directly atop another dot, is called a Vocal Shewa (pronounced ‘shwah’) and represents the sound the English language makes in the word ‘bus,’ as in ‘uh’. The mark underneath the vav, a horizontal line with a dot beneath it, is called a Qamets and is the marker for a long ‘a’ sound as in the word ‘cause.’ Putting these vowels together with their consonants we actually get ‘Yuhvah,’ or ‘Yuhwah’ if you prefer. It is also quite possible that the tetragrammaton was pointed like this, hw^h5y! (with the vowels being a long ‘a’ Qamets, a ‘Silent Shewa,’ and a short ‘e’ Seghol vowel, respectively), and thus pronounced with the more familiar ‘Yahveh’ or ‘Yahweh.’
We should not forget here that the Jewish people are well practiced in giving reverence to God and to the name God has chosen to be known by. Therefore, you will rarely (if ever) here a Jewish person, in Hebrew or otherwise, use the divine name of God that Moses was given in Exodus 3:14 et al. Instead, they will substitute the word ‘Adonai,’ which means ‘my Lord,’ in its place. This version of the term ‘Lord’ is more acceptable to the Jewish people because it is not the divine name as given by the very mouth of God. This brings us to the second point.
The word ‘Adonai’ is also commonly sung in our Church services. The Hebrew form, yn@@doa*, is constructed by combining the lexical form for “lord, master, Lord” (,Wda2or ‘adon’ in English) with the 1st person common singular pronominal suffix “my” (y 2,which is composed of the Qamets under the nun [n] followed by a yod, pronounced ‘ai’ as in ‘aisle’.). Under the ‘alef’ consonant is a vowel called the Hateph Pathach, a reduced ‘a’ vowel like the ‘a’ sound in the word ‘amuse.’ The Alef takes this reduced vowel sound because it is a guttural consonant You may notice that the vav in ‘adon’ – the 3rd letter from the R – has a dot atop it. This is called a Holem dot but, when directly over the vav like this, creates a vowel logically called the Holem Vav. The vav ‘v’ sound is no longer pronounced but replaced by a long ‘o’ sound as in ‘role’. However, in the form yn@@doa*,there is no Holem Vav but instead a lone Holem directly above the dalet (2nd letter from the R). This acts with the same vowel sound as the Holem Vav. This is where we get the word ‘Adonai.’
Third, we come to the crux of the matter. As I mentioned earlier, the Masoretes were careful with God’s name, not wanting it to be taken or spoken in vain. Therefore, wherever the tetragrammaton (hw@hy%) appeared in the Hebrew Bible, the Masoretes placed the vowel points for ‘Adonai’ on the divine name of ‘Yahweh’ to remind all people to refrain from speaking the divine name and instead say/read ‘Adonai,’ i.e. ‘the Lord’ or ‘my Lord.’ Therefore, what you would have is the following Hebrew word: hw@hoy% . Seeing the two words right next to each other makes the similarities much easier to see:
hw@hoy%yn@@doa*
You may notice that the vowel point under the Yod in this rendering of Yahweh (called a Vocal Shewa) is not the same as the Hateph Pathach listed above under the Alef of Adonai. This is merely because the Yod is not a guttural like the Alef and can therefore ‘take’ the Vocal Shewa. Taking this word (hw@hoy%) step by step we get an idea of how this name comes to us today (transliterated) – yehōwāh, or yehōvāh, as I have already mentioned in the notes below. This name, “Yehovah” or “Jehovah,” has therefore been translated literally without attention to the pious system of the Masoretes, whose translation of the Hebrew Bible has influenced all modern, respected translations of the Hebrew and Christian Bibles.
So the question remains: who is this Jehovah? The same God of the Hebrew Bible, the same God in whose Son, Jesus Christ, we may find life to the full, and the same God who imparts His spirit to those who have faith in Him. But we have to remember that Jehovah is a name that we humans have given to Him by not knowing the history of our Bible’s transmission. Jehovah, then, is not the name for the one true God given to us by that God but a name that is rich in history and double in its meaning because of the two words combined to form it.
I do not share this to end the use of such a name, nor to encourage others to speak the divine name as imparted to Moses, but to pass on the wealth of this information that can only add to the rich tapestry of Christian formation. When we know aspects of our history, especially details such as those pertaining to God, we begin to see the deeply personal relationship between God and His people. This God that exists beyond our comprehension and works wonders beyond our imaginings is the same God who desperately wants to be in relationship with each of us. The God who simply IS and will continue to BE wants us to place our allegiance with Him, and call Him ‘my Lord.’
There is something deeply convicting about a people that honored God so highly that they refused to say His name, lest they be guilty of saying it lightly or without proper reverence. In an age where American Church worship encourages us to view God as our buddy or boyfriend, as a personal friend who would never disagree with something we really, really feel is right, such dedicated reverence is both exciting and humbling. The same God who welcomes us to refer to Him as ‘Abba,’ as endearing a term as possible for a loving parent, is still the holy God who presides over all that is seen and unseen, whether we attest to Him or not. This holy God loves all and judges all (Matt. 16:27), causes His sun and rain to rise over and refresh the righteous and the unrighteous (Matt. 5:45), and – yes – blesses those who bless Him and curses those who curse Him (Matt. 24:42-51).
I hope this encourages you to reverently bow before the God that does not wink at sin and flippantly excuse our shortcomings but lovingly calls us to Himself.
[i]For further information, consult Gary D. Pratico, Basics of Biblical Hebrew Grammar, Second Edition (Michigan: Zondervan, 2007), p. 8, 307-308, 316-317, 326-327.
Also see John J. Collins, Introduction to the Hebrew Bible (Minneapolis: Fortress Press, 2004), 7-9.
[iii] Though some pronounce this as the English “w,” my teacher has taught us to pronounce this word/letter as the Jewish people do in the effort to continue the traditional pronunciation of the text. Germans also pronounce their ‘w’ as an English ‘v’, i.e. as “vav,” though the spelling is actually with a ‘w’ as ‘waw.’ I have already incorporated this in the vocabulary list above, again, for your ease. Therefore, for ease of understanding and pronunciation, as I write I will transliterate each reference to the w as “vav.”).
Rebeca and I are within days of leaving Romania after 5 weeks in this beautiful country. We are currently packing for our departure for Bucurest tomorrow morning. We still have to stop by Rebeca's mamaie and tataie's village to say goodbye, then visit some significant places in Bucurest (The People's House, hopefully not McDonalds, etc.), then stay with Rebeca's uncle for the evening. After that, we fly out at 6am on Saturday to go back in time, literally. I figured the significant departure warranted a long-disconnected post on the ol' Xanga. Maybe sometime After we get back, I'll get back on and add some highlights of the trip with pictures.
Today I got an e-mail letting me know that Xanga had three surveys that could be taken. Before each survey they have a series of questions to see if you qualify for the survey. I was rejected for each one but I found that my rejection came after specific questions. Check this out and tell me they aren't biased surveys geared to finding information that supports their views.
1st Survey: High performance cars. I was rejected because the last set of tires I bought were manufacturers picks, not high- or medium-performance tires - i.e., expensive. Fine, that's understandable. My car is not a sports car. Let's move on.
2nd Survey: What you're looking for in a romantic interest. I was rejected because I was the guy who would rather be easy-going on a Friday night. The other options were for those who would describe themselves as too hot for teacher, the center of the party, or the one who always dated the hottest people in school; the rest of us would call them self-centered. Then they had the nerve to ask me to rate the survey. So I responded with this:
I'm awarded NO credits because I didn't give them the answers they wanted. That's not asking for a survey, that's dropping a lobster trap in the lobster tank at a seafood restaurant and acting all surprised when you pull out lobsters. Welp, that makes me think that this survey is definitely for a legitimate marketing company. Lord knows already that they very seldom listen to the consumer. They simply try to tell the consumers what they want and then start firing people when sales don't get anywhere near what the data projections of surveys like this gave them.
3rd Survey: Technology Purchases. I'm guessing this survey was pushed to the survey board by Microsoft because 1) I was approved for the questionaire and started the survey, dealing with computers mostly; 2) I selected knowing about several computer brands, operating systems, and NO relatives who worked for any of the affiliated companies; 3) I was booted from the survey and awarded no points when I answered that I would buy a Mac (instead of a Linux or Microsoft) if money were no object. "Oops," they chimed, "you do not fit the criteria for this survey."
What they forgot was a small asterisk that would lead to the small print at the bottom of the page. I've enlarged the message here for easier viewing.
Anymore, that is. You don't fit the criteria anymore
Anyway, I just thought I would point out this little "bias in data collection" that I recently experienced. I just thought it was funny so maybe it makes you laugh too. Makes you wonder why some people think that, by some stroke of genius, the media (newspapers, tv, internet, etc.) has somehow managed to escape this definite pull of bias news coverage. Whether we work in the public or private sector or think we're really good at suppressing our own desires, either by our inclusion or exclusion of data we show ourselves to be quite biased.
Background: Working at Cheddar's has it's perks. In addition to being able to plan out your own schedule - getting off the times you can't work and often getting those shifts when you can - you can also get shifts picked up for you or pick up shifts in a very non-technical way. You put a sheet of paper up on the board with your needs and people will either sign away their shifts to you or pick your shifts up, respectively. From there, both employees are to sign the 'blue book' of schedule changes, get it verified by a manager, and the shift has effectively changed hands.
Foreground: Yesterday I had an afternoon shift and did really well. It was one of those shifts that comes along once in a very rare blue moon that really answers a prayer for you and takes care of you. People are kind, tips are more generous than normal, and you leave happy. Well...almost. So I'm doing my closing duties and running through the laundry list of all I need to get/fix before our friend comes over for dinner. I have to pick up some food items and hardware to fix our couch before a friend gets there and we cook dinner for her. As the manager is counting my money he says, "Wait, you work tonight too." I say, "No, I don't my wife and I have a dinner party at our house tonight. I assure you I don't."
He looks at the night schedule and sure enough, there in black ink is the name of both David's that work at Cheddar's. I look at the board and there is my name written in as picking up that night shift - but it's not my writing. Then we look in the blue book - same name, same writing...both not mine. I say again, "I can't work, that's not my writing (as I then showed), and I need to pick things up at Walmart for tonight." They say it's clearly not my writing and take me off the schedule. They have no extras, though, so if someone does not show I will have to come in.
So I take off for Walmart and pick everything up. As I'm driving back home I call Cheddar's to make sure everything's fine and the manager says they're one man short but it will be fine. I praise God. But before I reach the house I get another call and they say that one person did not show so I actually do have to come in. "We're sorry, blah blah blah." So I get to the house and start fixing the couch. Rebeca is not happy that I have to go back in and neither am I but I get on fixing the couch for our guest, who's company I will not even be enjoying this evening. When she arrives we say hi and I say bye and head off to work. I am not happy but I am going to show the kind of character that surpasses that of the person who just decides not to show up.
Trod Ground: So the shift is now over and done with and I'm not looking forward to going in now, but it's a scheduled shift so I'm going to do what I must. But I am tired. The question is from last night. I was upset, very much so. I feel like someone had to make a deliberate jackass move to sign my name in two places and ruin this evening that we had planned. I determined to simply do my job but not enjoy it. Then I thought that would be stupid because I'm there anyway, might as well make the best of it. So I adjusted my attitude and tried to have a better evening. Regardless of my attempts, I still believe I was wronged by someone and so I put up a note trying to give up a shift on Sunday night so I could actually rest up with my wife. I suggest the jackass who screwed me into a shift could pick it up.
A friend at work said I'm better than that and shouldn't leave a note like that. But here's my question: Am I better than that? Why do I have to be? Should I, as a Christian, never get angry, never be mad at someone, not want another to know that I am upset? The night with a friend is done with - there's no getting that back - but sometimes we do others a disservice by pretending we are not affected by our environment or circumstances. We Christians can just say "I love Jesus" in our hearts and then everything is all hunky-dorey. Right? The problem is that others look at us and think we are fake. "You're not real, you act like nothing is wrong, and when I look around I see a world that is not okay."
I believe I have a right to be angry. I believe that my forgiving this person gets rid of the anger but does not erase the wrong or the memory of it. I cannot say that I am exhibiting righteous anger, but I don't think that my anger was wrong in this case. I believe I have dealt with the situation and moved on. I believe it is now time to go in for another shift.
Thoughts, gripes, complaints?
Addendum: It should be noted that most of the people I told the story to, and saw the evidences of the book and sheet on the board said that they would not have come in had it been them. I certainly had the thought but, when it all comes down to it, I was not willing to leave Cheddar's in the lurch, and I did not want the blight on my name for being the one to refuse to do what was right. No, it wasn't my fault or doing. No, I was not under any obligation to honor another's wrong. But when it comes to doing the right thing, I would rather be seen as the going above and beyond, not eeking out an existence.
My parents crack me up! We took all these great fun shots and then a semi-serious one but they are still cheesing. Maybe that's where I get it from.
Anyway, the post is about my wife. She is an amazing blessing to me and, as we approach the one-year mark, I more and more want to think of those ways to be a blessing to her. Maybe a good place to start is to thank her on here, even though she doesn't have Xanga:
- When she cooks the angels sing, except for when they're just looking down and saying, "Eh - your call, buddy." - When she gets me laughing so hard that tears come to my eyes, even when she doesn't think she's doing anything at all. - When we can sit next to each other, take a walk, or do just about anything at all and I know without a doubt that she is enjoying being with me. - When we call each other on our ways home from work to ask if there's anything the other needs. - When we talk about God, our faith, and encourage and lift each other up. - When she goes along with something I really enjoy when I know she'd rather be pulling staples out from beneath her toe nails. - When she actually HEARS me and takes it in when I say she's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. - When she lets me hold her when she's feeling down on herself. - When we smack-talk with each other and she holds her own. - When we take walks together, fast or just strollin'. - When she's just woke from a nap and makes those little noises after coming down stairs. - When she has been is bed for awhile and starts yelling down to her night owl husband. - When she gets really excited about something and involuntarily regresses to the happy place of childhood. - When she goes through a book in about three days and then complains because she has nothing to read - right before an Amazon.com package comes for her. - When we she wants to laugh at something I'm doing or saying but tries to hold it in so I don't get a big head. - When she encourages me and struggles with me through the worry and uncertainty of the immediate future. - When she gets on to me for being messy, but in a very gracious way, that doesn't nag me but makes me feel bad anyway, and then we clean together and have fun doing all that. - When we talk about these stupid people on TV like we know them and then realize that's exactly what people do with soap operas and then we start to feel ridiculous. - When we hurt each other sometimes with honesty but always quickly come back to the hug and 'I love you' because we understand where the wounds come from. - When she works so hard all day and gets to come home to a clean house and no dishes. - When I work so hard all day and step in at around 10pm and she's already off the couch ready to give me a life-giving hug. - When we have differences of opinion but decide to let it all go. - When I know, in her, I've got someone who loves me despite myself.
I could go on and on and on and on but I need to get some cleaning done around here. Those are always great times to have the headphones on and sing some praises while I bless my baby with a clean house!!
I'm David. I go by David. I sign my e-mails Dave. It's a move of ease, not meant to confuse. I'm known by many other names though. I've been called Candyman, Deacon Dave, Colonel Clink, Tex, Clickety-Clack and other things that weren't important enough to remember. I hate filling these things out b/c there's too much that makes me "me." I don't want to inundate you all with too much information. This'll have to do for now.
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