Happy Monday. Remember to keep your words sweet; you might have to eat them.
Probably you, as I, thought about mom yesterday. A memory that comes to my mind was of looking through my mother’s well-worn Bible shortly after her death.
I pondered that finding. Did she feel she needed a special reminder in this area of her life? I don’t know.
However, through the ensuing years I have thought of that verse and even prayed those words many times.
Words are wonderful. My husband used to say he loved words, thus he painted good word pictures in poetry, sermons, etc.
Words have the power to make a gray day suddenly beautiful, to make a discouraged one take heart, to bring comfort where there was sadness.
Then why do we not use every opportunity to speak them? They’re free.
Words reveal what we are. “Out of the abundance of the heart the mouth speaks.” Matthew 12:34
What is in the bucket of the mouth comes from the well of the heart.
God’s Word says so much about words, the tongue, and in no uncertain words says if one thinks he is religious and does not bridle his tongue, his religious is vain (James 1:26).
In this day of “information overload,” it’s time we come into agreement with God, who says in Matthew 12 that good things come from a good heart and evil things from an evil heart. Can we argue that? Or disregard it?
In Jesus’ own words, He said that we would give an account of every idle word.
One of the saddest ways we can use our words is to harm another. The following is an article I cut out of the Wall Street Journal years ago:
“My name is Gossip. I have no respect for justice.
I maim without killing. I break hearts and ruin lives.
I am cunning and malicious and gather strength with age.
The more I am quoted, the more I am believed.
My victims are helpless. They cannot protect themselves
against me because I have no name or face.
To track me down is impossible.
The harder you try, the more elusive I become.
I am nobody’s friend.
Once I tarnish a reputation, it is never the same.
I topple governments and wreck marriages.
I ruin careers and cause sleepless nights,
heartache and indigestion.
I make innocent people cry in their pillows.
Even my name hisses. I am called Gossip.
I make headlines and headaches.”
Before you repeat a story, ask yourself these questions: Is it true? Is it fair? Is it necessary? If not, don’t repeat it!
“If you think that praise is due him
Now’s the time to slip it to him;
For he cannot read his tombstone
When he’s dead.”