You know my name?

Today was my first real lecture with the Bachelor of Divinity 2 (BD2) students, though I only kept them for one and a half of the two hour lecture, and most of that was making groups and assigning the topics we will cover in Psalms and Wisdom literature. One of the benefits of the day was learning the names of some of the students I had seen last semester, but had not had the opportunity to properly meet. 

Later in the evening, we had our first Eucharist, and as I began walking home, I noticed that one of my students was a couple steps ahead of me, and I wanted to ask him how he found the lecture, especially taking notes while listening to me and my accent. 

So I called out to him, and he turned, saw that I was the one who called him, and his face full of wonder, asked, "you know my name?!"

I assured him that I didn't get all the names in class today, though I did get his, then lost the heart to ask him my question. 

 My heart melted when I saw how happy he was that I knew his name.  At the end of the day, don't we want to be known?