In 1981 I was 12 years old when Father Bender gave me a book to pick a confirmation name.
Inside, the name tree ran the gamut of Biblical names.
Adam and Eve formed the trunk, the Old Testament branching off left, the prophets hanging like leaves, Moses popping out like ripe fruit.
Moses: too old and gray.
The New Testament branched off to the right; Lots of guys I didn’t know and then Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John…I knew.
Luke: as in Skywalker or the guy marrying Laura that Mom and her sisters were gushing over.
Yeah, Luke’s cool.