I may be a geek, a dork a nerd or what have you but I love words! I love the way words can move you to the core, make you wet yourself with laughter or cry yourself to sleep. The power of words is astounding, horrifying and comforting at the very same moment.
Words are used to illustrate, captivate and motivate. Words are simply powerful. We can’t go a day separate from words, for if you don’t speak, read, listen or watch…your very thoughts, or prayers uttered in your mind are words.
For all the good words have, they also have the potential to harm, hurt, wound, bruise and even kill. The old adage: “sticks and stones may break my bones, but words may never hurt me” is a lie from the pit of hell! Broken bones WILL HEAL, yet wounds done by the harshness of words can last a lifetime or a tabloid, book or magazine can last for eternity.
I know a girl who was wounded by words. Her world was rocked by words, her heart broken by words and her life altered by words! I know words said to me for good or for ill have stayed with me, shaped me and effected me.
This is the very reason James writes in his book about the tongue, the designer, and user of words.
I could tell story after story in my own life where I’ve used words against people, and they’ve used them against me. As a blogger/writer and as a preacher/teacher I use words a lot, so I especially need to be asking myself that question. This particular verse in James struck me hard about my words and how I speak:
With the tongue we praise our Lord and Father, and with it we curse men, who have been made in God’s likeness. Out of the same mouth come praise and cursing. My brothers, this should not be.”