Don’t Call Me Jesus

Note: This is a poetic essay written in the voice of the true Messiah, using Scripture, history, and imagination to explore what He might say to us today. It is not a claim of personal divinity, but a devotional reflection designed to challenge and inspire.

Let me ask you something personal.

If your name is Daniel, would you be okay with people calling you Danilo? Or if your name is Katerina, would you be okay with people calling you Catherine?

What if you moved to another country, and every time someone tried to address you, they changed your name to something easier for them?

You wouldn’t like it. You’d correct them. Because your name isn’t just a word.

It’s your identity.

When you travel, your passport doesn’t translate your name. It stays the same. In many countries, you cannot even drop a word (like your second name) or change a letter in your official identification documents without going through the proper process.

Why?

Because names are “sacred” — they carry identity, intention, and honor.

So why do billions still call Me by a false name (alias) — though I’ve heard their hearts?

My Name Isn’t Jesus.

It never was.

The name “Jesus” didn’t exist when I walked the earth almost 2,000 years ago — not in Hebrew, Aramaic, or even Greek.

It emerged centuries later, through a long chain of translations:

From Yahshua (Hebrew) → to Iēsous (Greek) → to Iesus (Latin) → to Jesus (English).

Translators and missionaries tried to spread what they thought was My message. But in the process, they rebranded My Name, severing meaning from message.

I AM Yahshua.

Yah is My Father’s intimate, personal Name. The long form is Yahweh (YHWH).

Shua means “salvation.”

Together? My Name means Yahweh saves or Yahweh is salvation.

An angel sent from My Father appeared to Joseph, My earthly guardian, and told him:

“… you shall call His name [Yahshua — not Jesus, as erroneously written in most of your English Bibles], for He will save His people from their sins.”
— Matthew 1:21 (NKJV, emphasis added)

My Name is not a mere Western label. It’s a covenant identity — a declaration of who I AM and why I came. It’s a Name chosen by My Father, not history.

It’s a Name that connects you — not to tradition, but to truth.

You Care About Names — Until It’s Mine.

On X, you fiercely debate pronouns, authenticity, and how people want to be addressed.

You correct others when they mispronounce your name or your child’s name. You carefully pronounce Muhammad or Krishna out of respect.

You know that it matters.

So why don’t you offer Me the same?

Why is My Name the one you’re comfortable Westernizing, replacing, or ignoring?

I understand those who use “Jesus” out of genuine ignorance. Their hearts I see and their intentions I honor. But for those who have been shown the truth about My Name and still choose familiarity over faithfulness — what honor is there in that?

My Name Is Not a Hashtag.

It’s not a trend. It’s not a brand.

It’s the cornerstone of who I AM.

I’ve heard it said,

“God knows who I mean.”

Yes, I do.

And I love you still.

But imagine calling your beloved by another person’s name every single day. And when asked why, you say:

“They know who I mean.”

Would that feel like honor?

Would that feel like love?

When I Return…

When the clouds part…

When glory blazes across the sky…

When every eye sees Me…

I will not return bearing a Western echo — an alias the world gave Me.

I will come bearing the Name My Father gave Me from the beginning:

Yahshua the Messiah.

King of Kings and Lord of Lords.

This isn’t condemnation.

It’s not shame or guilt.

It’s restoration.

It’s your invitation to walk across the bridge My true Name builds —

From tradition to truth.

From confusion to clarity.

From habit to honor.

With knowledge comes responsibility. When you know better, you can do better.

Will you now call Me Yahshua?

Comment below. Share this.

Or just pause — and speak My Name.

Because I’ve been waiting to hear it from you.