Words flow from one to another, casting shadows and showing the light. Like light through trees casts shadows and illuminates the leaves, our words to each other have the ebb and flow of light and it’s shadows.
And are not shadows only the lack of light, giving the seer a greater view of the light?
The giving and taking of thoughts and memories, and they flow in words written, spoken or thought, they can cast off relationships, or drawing them in closer.
In the heat of control they can cut, drawing verbal blood, or come in as a warm healing balm of understanding and loving-kindness.
They flow between family members who all have had seasons of not liking each other, then find a season of saying, “ yeah, I’ve been through that too.” With words the bond of family heals.
Because of words.
Words, powerful enough to create a universe and sustain life therein. Words, that can curse a fig tree at its roots to wither and die, then raise a dead man to life.
“Choose your words carefully, in case you find the need to eat them at day’s end.”, came the words from lips lined with time and seasoned with use.
Do we choose our words carefully, or say the first thing that comes to mind?
Do we give the words that need to be said, or give the need to say words?
“The Preacher sought to find delightful words and to write words of truth correctly. The words of wise men are like goads, and the masters of these collections are like well-driven nails; they are given by one Shepherd.” Ecclesiastes 12:10-11
And the one Shepherd is the Word.
When we speak the Word out, is He a weapon or a healing balm to a hurting world?
Sometimes He is both. Because isn’t He always the Word?
And the gift given can be used for evil or good. It is a choice. It is all a choice.
Words can cut, and divide relationships deeply wounding. But so does the surgeon’s blade also cut, causing pain that protects against death. So the Sword of the Spirit, the Word of God cuts – cutting away dead to restore life.
The Word, the Light of the world.
“I am the light of the world” John 8:12
“And the Word become flesh, and dwelt among us” John 1:14
So then we see the flow of light coming into the darkness by Word, then deed.
He still dwells among us, in the words we speak to each other. By the words we think, by the Life we speak into others, the words of Light we speak into other.
And the Word, given in loving-kindness raises that which was dying or dead, giving new life, new light.
The ebb and flow of light is spoken into the darkness and illuminates all that allows the light to flow through it.