Right now I’m drinking from a Coke bottle that says Jesse. It bothers me a little bit, because my name is not Jesse. But for a brief moment, as I take a sip – I pretend that I am. It’s an exercise in imagination.

I’m Jesse. I’m a home designer and I live on the beach in Barbados where I gather inspiration from the ocean.

(My husband came into the room as I was writing this blog. “Who’s Jesse?” he asked. I answered, “Me.”)

I saw a commercial recently for these name inspired Coke bottles. It was pretty cool. It basically showed a whole group of teenagers coming together, all because they could find their name on a bottle. It was a little far-fetched, but quite entertaining.

It spoke of something bigger to me than just a bottle of pop with brilliant marketing.
I think Coke has pointed our something pretty significant.

Our name speaks of our identity.

My kids were both thrilled to find their name after an intense search. I know my daughter’s bottle will never be opened. She is a collector and that Hannah bottle will be on her shelf until she moves out and I have to store it somewhere. My son is less sentimental and will enjoy the challenge of drinking every Noah bottle he finds. I’ve sadly learned my name didn’t make the cut. (It’s ok; Jesse’s life is pretty exciting.)

I don’t want to over analyze the bottles of Coke.
But it shows us the power of a name.
We all want to be significant.
We all want to be known.

Think for a minute how you good you feel when:
Someone calls you by name
You search for your name on a list and find it
Someone you met just once remembers your name
Someone praises your name

Think how much it hurts when:
Someone forgets your name
Your name is called last
Your name is spelled wrong
Your name is spoken negatively
You hear your name whispered about

Our name has meaning.
We are our name.
The soda kings figured that out.

Searching through a deep bin of Coke bottles and finally finding your name is really a bigger metaphor about life.

We all long to be found.

We want people to know who we are.
We want our name to mean something to others.
We want to be valued.

At my local grocery store, the name bottle bin is dwindling.
I check it every week and see who is left.
I feel sad for Hector, Tiara, Maurice and Peter.
I hope someone finds them soon.

Most of all, I hope we all find significance and value in who we are.

Tell me your name….