You shall not misuse the name of the Lord your God. What does this mean? We should fear and love God so that we do not curse, swear, use satanic arts, lie, or deceive by His name, but call upon it in every trouble, pray, praise, and give thanks. (Small Catechism: Second Commandment)
He is risen indeed! Alleluia! In the Name + of Jesus. Amen. You have the Lord's Name. He gave it to you and saved you with it. You bear the Name of God (Father, Son, and Holy Spirit) on your forehead. It was splashed over you when you were baptized into His Name.
He's given you His Name to use. We get to call upon Him in every trouble! What a gift! Whenever you're in need you have a heavenly Father who's waiting to hear you, you have a Brother, Jesus Christ your Lord, who's your Advocate (your Go-Between) with the Father, and you have the Holy Spirit who also prays for you and is within you.
His Name isn't yours to use as a profanity when you stub your toe, nor to damn your neighbor, or anything else for that matter! He's revealed His Name and given it to us so that we can praise Him for His saving us by His Name in Baptism. We can now give Him thanks for all His bountiful goodness.
His Name was denied. His Name was mocked. His Name was denounced and rejected. His Name was slandered. His Name became His own death sentence: Jesus of Nazareth, the King of the Jews.
All of this was for our misusing the gift of His Name. He willingly took that. He bled and died for it. He set us free from such useless name calling. His empty tomb is freedom from sin and death.
Into this you're baptized. You've been crucified and raised. This is what God's Name does for you. You're set free to use His Name: to "call upon it in every trouble, pray, praise, and give thanks." That's why He gave it to you, saved you with it. You bear the Name of God (Father, Son, and Holy Spirit) on your forehead. It's yours now and forever. He is risen indeed! Alleluia! In the Name + of Jesus. Amen.
Awake, my heart, with gladness, See what today is done; Now, after gloom and sadness, Comes forth the glorious sun. My Savior there was laid Where our bed must be made When to the realms of light Our spirit wings its flight. (Awake, My Heart, with Gladness, LSB 467:1)