Doesn't ring a bell…

Anyone here happen to know a Pruitt G. Arises? Or a fella named Algorithm U. Inexcusable? Or is that a woman’s name? I’d like to find these folks because they’ve sent me email recently, along with a host of similarly-named spammers like Thermal J. Alabamans, Placarding H. Phoebe, and—my personal favorite—Finnbogadottir O. Walkmans. Are you hearing from these people[sic]? Either W.C. Fields is communicating from the great beyond (he frequently used pseudonyms like Larson E. Whipsnade in the credits of his movies) or some massive email program selects random words and places them in the “from” line of junk emails. All the names I used in this column are from actual emails I received last week.
I can’t understand why they would use such bizarre names…although I love the fact that there’s always a middle initial. But do the spammers really think I will look at a new email and say, “Hmm, I wonder if that’s the same Tunnels V. Wanderlust I went to high school with?”
See, a name can mean everything…or it can mean nothing. When God commissioned Moses to go back to Egypt and free the Israelites, Moses quite reasonably said, “Whom shall I say sent me?” And God did not reply, “Tell them Incalculable E. Subcontractor is the name.” Instead, He said, “I AM.” None of these fancy-shmancy exotic sounding names for the true creator of the universe. Just “I AM.”
When we receive a message, it’s vitally important to know from whom it came. Whether it’s email, envelopes, tv commercials, magazine ads or billboards, we need to know the source and to be discriminating about the messages we accept and allow to influence us. When God calls, you need to listen. When Spadeful T. Retaliating sends you email, you need to hit “delete.” And, as St. Francis would say, may we have the wisdom to know the difference.