A Last Name Says a Lot

After eight months of marriage, my maiden name is still my legal surname. To make a long story short, our paperwork was lost in the mail, then we moved to a new state and encountered an unforeseen six-month residency requirement. At times, I've almost been in tears, but I have since calmed down and am still researching avenues that will make me a legal Holmes sooner.

But in the meantime, I read about how Zoe Saldana and her husband Marco had no such worries. While I am used to actresses not publicly taking their husband's last names, Zoe and Marco were adding a new twist: Marco would be taking his wife's last name.

"I tried to talk him out of it," Saldana said in an interview. "I told him, 'If you use my name, you're going to be emasculated by your community of artists, by your Latin community of men, by the world.' But Marco looks up at me and says, 'Ah, Zoe, I don't give a [expletive].'"

And a host of progressives sighed, "Amen."

So what's the big deal with the name change anyway?

We Are a Family

I have eight siblings, seven of whom were adopted. They all had a different last name on their birth certificates when they came home from the hospital. Inevitably, six months after each of them came home, we would all load into our van, drive to the courthouse, and stand before a judge to finalize their adoption and their name change. No longer were they legally called by their birth names: They had been adopted into a new family, with all of the rights and privileges that being part of our family would hold. They were called by a new name, just as we are when we are adopted into the family of our God (Revelation 3:12).

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