I have always been enamored with words. I simply love words. There is beauty to the sound of words when they are strung together in a story, a poem or a song. There is power in words when they are used to describe a thing or a reality or an event; or when they are put together in a speech and its peroration. There is wonder when words are able to communicate to others the thoughts that are bubbling in my mind or the emotions that are beating in my heart.
Words are both magical and mystical. Together with their imaginations, men have used words to describe magical worlds that can only exist in the mind, possibilities that are yet to be. With words, God created the entire universe and everything that is in it. And God said, “Let there be light!” and there was light. And the greatest mystical mystery is when the Word was made flesh and dwelt amongst us.
Words can create and build up but they can also destroy. They make a sad man happy but they can also sadden a happy man. I will strive to recognize the beauty and the power there in in my words. I will speak blessings instead of curses. I will speak words of life and love instead of words of death and hatred. And speaking my words of life, love and blessings, I shall be doing my small share in making and creating this world a better place to live in.
The Lord is just in all his ways.
In the synagogue there was a man with the spirit of an unclean demon,
and he cried out in a loud voice,
“What have you to do with us, Jesus of Nazareth?
Have you come to destroy us?
I know who you are–the Holy One of God!”
Jesus rebuked him and said, “Be quiet! Come out of him!”
Then the demon threw the man down in front of them
and came out of him without doing him any harm.
They were all amazed and said to one another,
“What is there about his word?
For with authority and power he commands the unclean spirits,
and they come out.”
And news of him spread everywhere in the surrounding region.