Someone chose your name before they knew your laugh, your temper, the way you'd hold a coffee cup. They chose it anyway.
That is a remarkable thing. A name is a gift given in the dark — a word handed to a person who doesn't exist yet in any way that can be measured.
kaleō begins here, with a simple question: what if that word was never random? What if, somewhere in its roots, there is a clue worth following?
This isn't fortune-telling. Your name doesn't decide your life. But it might invite you into a conversation about who you were made to be.
