The Lord God has given me the tongue of a teacher, that I may know how to sustain the weary with a word. Morning by morning he wakens— wakens my ear to listen as those who are taught.
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What a remarkable idea to be able to sustain the weary with a word. One of the great sorrows of my generation is to witness and, if I am honest, participate in the devaluation of our language. We no longer trust words. How can words sustain us if they have less volume than smoke that rises from a flame? In order for words to hold up in court, they must be witnessed and verified with a signature. A person's word spoken is not enough. When words are weak or confusing we read in between the lines because the words alone are just not enough. This is a profound sorrow for word crafters and people like me whose love language is words. The prophets speak of words given to them by God to teach and encourage. But then Jesus came and he was called the Word made flesh. The enormous vulnerability of God's Son come to us as flesh and word are chilling for this present age. Christ's tender exposure to our physical abuse and our disregard of his teaching is difficult to capture with the best of my words.
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Silver and gold, have I none. Such as I have, give I thee. I love you. Amen.