Love my morning coffee.
Yesterday, however, I grimaced after the first sip. Too much Half n Half.
The flavor overpowered the coffee. So I brewed more coffee. Poured it into my mug to dilute the Half n Half. Didn’t help.
At the end of the day, a mug of cold coffee sat on the patio table where I’d left it.
That evening, I noticed there were two similar cartons in my refrigerator. Turns out I’d poured Whipping Cream instead of Half n Half into my coffee.
This isn’t the first time I’ve used or bought something without reading the words on the label. Ever tried Unsalted Pretzels? I still have them if you’re interested.
Lately, people need Google Translation to figure out what I’m saying:
Me: “Hey, I’m going to Home Depot for groceries.”
Friend: “You mean Holiday Market?”
Me: “Didn’t I say that?”
I don’t mind poking fun at myself, but,
Words Matter. They’re more than letters and phonetic sounds.
Just look up “word” in a Bible concordance.
- “A harsh word stirs up anger.”
- “How delightful is a timely word.”
- “Let no unwholesome word proceed from your mouth.
- “Let the word of Christ richly dwell within you.”
Add mouth or tongue to the word search; you’ll have a field day.
I wonder how many words are in the English language?
As a child, whenever someone bullied me, I’d respond, “Sticks and stones can break my bones, but words can never hurt me.”
This rhyme worked about as well as rubbing my rabbit’s foot for good luck. But I’m no longer a child; my skin is thicker.
I’ve spoken, heard, written, and read more words than I can count. Good. Bad. Some words I can’t spell or define, but I know that….
Words have the power to ignite wars, civil strife, family feuds. And crush individuals.
Words also have the ability to challenge, inspire, and heal.
We get to choose our words.
Years ago, my friend’s husband was brutally murdered by three male strangers. They broke into her home—intent on stealing—and were surprised by her husband’s presence. I won’t say more.
Justice was served. Those men were condemned and sent to prison. However, it didn’t alleviate my friend’s heartache.
So she prayed and sought the Lord for counsel.
Eventually, she wrote each of those condemned men a letter in which she shared the Gospel of Christ.
She included the words: “I forgive you for murdering my husband.”
One of the men wrote back. He said he’d been praying for a sign to know he’d been forgiven.
Her words were like a balm to that man’s soul. His words made my friend weep for joy.
How is it possible for a grief-stricken widow to rise above her sorrow and share the Gospel with condemned men? How was she able to forgive?
By God’s grace, and a willingness to obey God’s Word.
“Blessed rather are those who hear the word of God and keep it!” (Luke 11:28.)
Christ’ Words, not mine.
And His Word matters. Even in this…especially in this …volatile world.