The War is Won

This weekend has been nothing short of heavenly. Between General Conference and Easter Sunday, I have felt so close to my Savior. I have truly tried to prolong the Easter season and sit in it for as long as I can.

I follow a creator who recently posted a video asking, “What is your favorite name for Jesus Christ?” I’ve been asked this question several times throughout my life, and my answer has never changed:

He Who is Mighty to Save.

I don’t remember where I first heard that name or where it came from, but it is engraved on my heart. Because of that question, I started to really ponder why I feel so deeply connected to that specific name for the Savior.

The title itself tells you something essential about who He is. He is mighty to save. He isn’t timid. He doesn’t hesitate. He doesn’t complain. Not only is He willing to save…but He does it mightily, with everything He has.

So then I asked myself… out of all the names, why that one?

Savior

Redeemer

Deliverer

Rescuer

Advocate

Mediator

The Lamb of God

The Good Shepherd

Son of God

Only Begotten Son

Lord of Lords

King of Kings

Almighty

The Holy One

Prince of Peace

The Alpha and Omega

The Beginning and the End

Friend

Brother

Shepherd

Bridegroom

Light of the World

Bread of Life

He Who is Mighty to Save

And I started to think about me… who I am as a person.

I have several flaws, don’t get me wrong, I am far from perfect. But I truly believe my greatest spiritual gift is how deeply I love those around me. I’m not being dramatic when I say I would do anything, go anywhere, for anyone. I would quite literally go to war for whoever was in need of my help.

I don’t know if I was always like that or what caused me to feel so strongly about defending those in need.

But I do know there were several times in my life when I wished I had someone willing and ready to defend me.

It wasn’t until I was about 18 years old that I realized I was looking for the wrong thing. I was searching for a warrior, someone dressed for battle, ready to take on whatever enemies might come my way.

Imagine my surprise when instead, I saw a simple shepherd… who took my hand and told me:

“The war is won.”

He already won the fight. He did it for me and He did it mightily.

Not in the way I expected… but in the way I needed.

That realization has continued to build on itself as I’ve moved through life. There was a time when I wanted nothing more than to step in and save the people I loved from the pain they were about to experience.

I remember praying, “This can’t happen. How can I take this from them? They’re not strong enough.”

And I was immediately humbled with:

“Neither were you. They have a Savior too.”

I reflect on that moment almost weekly as I watch those same loved ones still struggle, years later, from the situation I once prayed so hard about.

And I’ve realized something

I cling to the name He Who is Mighty to Save not only because He has been that for me, but because He continues to be that… even when I can’t be that for someone else.

His might isn’t loud. It isn’t rushed.

It’s steady. It’s complete. It’s enough.

And that’s what Easter has reminded me:

The war was never mine to win.

So I’ll leave you with this..

What is your favorite name for the Savior… and what has He done in your life to make that name feel real?

-Daisy

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