I love words.
This probably isn’t earth-shattering news to most of you. I imagine most writers are at least mildly fond of them. It’s rather difficult to write without them, and though much can be communicated with grunts, body language and other such methods, words certainly make life easier when trying to get a precise message across.
Because I love words so much, I use them. A lot. I’m what many call talkative (the polite ones, anyway). And it’s amazing what comes out of my mouth – or my fingers. Good, bad, indifferent. Things I wish I could engrave in stone. Words I would do anything take back. Lies. Half-truths. Insults. Words meant to hurt. Those meant to heal. Wonderful words. Worthless ones.
Yet, I am God’s child: a witness to and for Him on earth. And what I say to some folks – or what I email them, or post on Facebook – is exactly how they will perceive my God. Someone once said something like this: “You are the only Bible some people will ever read.”
God wants me – all of His children, actually – to be His spokesman. But what kind of an advertisement are we for Him when we speak or write words that harm, when we lie, when our words are worthless? I would rather NOT be God’s spokesman if my words aren’t worthy.
Yet, those who know I am His – especially skeptics – will see me that way.
So I must speak worthy words so I can be a worthy spokesman for the One who has done all for me.
And so I pray…
May these words of my mouth and this meditation of my heart [and the writings from my fingers]be pleasing in your sight, LORD, my Rock and my Redeemer. Psalm 19:14 NIV
I hope this is your prayer as well.
Have your words been worthy today? This week? This month?