I was up at 3:15 this morning. As I lay in the bed hoping I had misread the time, I felt the Spirit bid me to rise and fellowship. So I did. And then I wrote to Him these words…
Good morning Your majesty. Words run away from me… Indeed they take flight at the thought of being chosen to adequately praise You or address You in any way.
They are all fearful, for they know they are not up to the task, that they are utterly insufficient to come near Your glory and give adequate honor due Your name.
Yet I persist.
I chase them down as a cowboy chases a runaway steer with a lasso and force them against their will to testify of You.
But once in Your presence, they bend the knee and find an unexpected exuberance in telling others, (whosoever will hear), of Your inexpressible love and unimaginable kindness, of which we are so undeserving, yet totally in need of.
And as they begin to bend in order to give sound and meaning and glory, a torrent begins to release… A torrent without end. Perhaps they will end when heaven and earth pass away, but more likely they will find a new vocabulary, perhaps a new language to describe the new realities, the new heaven and the new earth, the newness of immortality which we shall all put on.
Yes, I have lasso’d the words against their will, but they have become my friends, my companions because each syllable, indeed each letter contains life… a life that is released more fully when in harmony and in combination with their own companions of vowels and consonants as they form nouns and verbs, adjectives, adverbs and even prepositions.
And once they feel welcome in my presence and safe in the presence of the Almighty, they not only speak, but they sing AND they dance. It’s hard to explain, but I see words dancing with joy holding hands in a bit of a circle and kicking up their feet. It’s beyond my understanding that words can have hands or feet, let alone dance, but they do.
But the Almighty knows words and they exist for a purpose. They are more than mere tools or a means of expression. The Word by which all things were created and without Whom nothing was created, became flesh and dwelt among us and we beheld His glory, the glory of the only begotten of the Father full of grace and truth.
He, whose name we know as Jesus, (Yeshua) is the fountainhead of words. He is the Word and the Word is God. His words are living and powerful, and sharper than any two-edged sword, piercing even to the division of soul and spirit, and of joints and marrow, and is a discerner of the thoughts and intents of the heart. His words, He said, are Spirit and they are Life.
And we, who are created not only in His image, but also with His likeness have the capacity to speak words of life or death, hope or despair and with those words induce joy or sadness, fear or expectation.
So we choose life.
O Lord, may the words of my mouth proceeding from the meditation of my heart, be always acceptable in Thy sight.