“Drop Dead, Creep!”
“An accident has happened”
“You are so beautiful”
“I’ll never stop loving you, ever!”
I wonder if we even make use of words, like we should. What I mean to say here, is that we don’t. We play “Words with Friends”. We talk all day. We tweet and blog and text in profusion. If words are a man, he is without respect in our generation. If they are instruments, they’re out of tune and if tools, then we find them rusty in the shed out back.
I’m not talking about using words more or using more words, but a better and strategic use of them. Less is good. Sometimes more can be good too, if it’s the kind of good that hits its mark.
We might all have the same kind of friend. You know her. She is much-o-matic when she speaks. She is flowery and fluffy in her verbosity, which is unnaturally corny. She pulls the groan from inside you. Her use of senses and tastes draws you unwillingly into her smooshy emotions, leaving you violated by things you did not want to know or even think about. By the time you get to the end of the first sentence, you’re planning your own funeral. She lovingly puts 90% of her readers to sleep by overly nurturing them and alternately knocking them out with life-instruction-overload. Our other mutual friend, Tex, can’t spell. But he can txt w/ da best, lol!!!!! He cares not to grace you with one adjective, however elemental, to improve your reading experience. His favorite show is the Hip Hop awards. No offense, but this should be no one’s favorite show.
When I’m reading, I want to know it and I want to feel it. It can be short. But, in short, give me something I can use. Just take time to make it good. Now I will tell you why.
Words in the Bible are fascinating. The word “Word” in Scripture is powerful. God spoke the words, “Let there be light” And there was light. Hannah whispered tearful, pleading words to God in prayer. The priest thought she was drunk. She spoke a desperate cry for a child. God heard and gave her a prophet for a son. Arrogant words were spoken at the tower of Babel, and God created languages of words to explode their pride and populate the continents of Earth. There is one Word that was spoken to cut history in two and usher in the church age. His name is Jesus. In the end every last person on Earth, will bow the knee to him and utter this: “You are Lord!”
From the exalted pinnacle of this future glory, I bring us back to a quiet room, an open journal and a pen in hand. Look at the page. Glance at your pen. Remember that words mean something. Now, write.
Say what you want to say and do it for the glory of God. He created a field of wild words. Pull them out of the ground, throw them into the wind and wait. They’ll come back to you bringing people with them, because words convict. They strengthen. They remove fear and they lend hope. What you write or say can make someone laugh or cry. Life and death is in the power of the tongue. Your lapping flame can burn down someone’s little town or set a city on fire for Christ. Either way, we’d better mean what we say.
Amy DeBurgh is the wife of her favorite preacher. She lives in the great state of Wisconsin with her husband and three big kids who are the joy and adventure of her life.