My name is Robert Cecil Wiedemann.
As a child, I was called Bobby. As an adult, Bob, then Cecil. Honeydear, Sweetheart, Dad, Bro, Brah (?), Tiger, Mr Pug, Sir Bumbleberry, A.....e, Cuz, Cecile, Cec, Mr Wiedemann, Elder Wiedemann. Family, primarily my Mom, sometimes calls me Bobby Cecil or, if I'm being particularly trying, Robert Cecil Wiedemann.
In Korea, I'm called Lee Sa Do. In Taiwan, it is changed to Yi Shr Dao. In Palau, it Bobby was used with lots of giggles, as it approximates their word for pic, and back then I was
really skinny.
I'm sure I've missed a few. But what's the point?
In each instance, I know who is being referred to. In most instances, so does everyone else. (Yesterday, my Mom called "Son?", and since both my brother and I were present, she got two replies.)
Personally, I think Jesus is as smart as I am. More actually. Other unseen beings? I'll bet they can figger out who is being addressed regardless of HOW His name is pronounced.
God help us all if I'm wrong!