You and I were on a mountaintop.
We were watching all the speeding cops.
We were searching for enlightenment on Mt. Sinai.
We asked God what his name was, and he said, "I am what I am."
I'll take his silence as a hint that maybe Jehovah's not in a body.
Maybe, just maybe, he's above you and me, so why lower our creator to a corporeal plane, making him the same?
He doesn't tell his children his name, because there's power in such a thing.
He doesn't tell his children his name, because your God wants everything.