Words.
You might
know a few. (Yes, I say that tongue in
cheek.)
If there is something I have learned
about in my life, it is how to use words.
Words have
power.
Words carry
more than just one meaning.
Words can manipulate.
Words can
change the world.
Words can
hurt.
Words can
heal.
Lately, I
have been thinking much on the use of words.
It might be that we are entering a season of political debates, ads, and
speeches. It could be because I am
writing tons of words it seems for reviews, essays, and more. Maybe it is
because in this season of Advent, I am being more aware of the words I speak.
You might
have heard this before:
As a kid,
this was sort of a mantra for me.
Whenever ill words were spoken to me, I would just remind myself of
this.
Ok. I’ll be honest. Knowing the bossy know-it-all
kind of kid I was, I most likely sing-song chanted this back in someone’s face.
(I’ll own it.)
As an adult and as someone who works
with children and youth, I now highly disagree with this statement.
Words can
hurt.
Possibly
even more than sticks or stones.
In some
ways, cruel words are worse – you can’t see the mark they leave on someone.
I recently
FINALLY shared this story with my former youth group; I had never really
explained it to anyone why I don’t wear red, but we’d been talking about
speaking kindly to one another and this seemed a good time as any to share.
Why Katy Never Wears Red: A True Story
For
over 12 years, I never wore the color red.
When I said red, I mean that bright cheery Christmas type of red. The kind you can’t help but smile because it
seems a color that is so contagiously happy.
I would wear maroon or darker red (such as the Austin College crimson…)
but never pure red.
The
only time this ever was really a problem was when Christmas or Valentine’s came
around, and even then, one can get away with black. J
I’ve
had many people “pester” me saying that I look good in red and should wear it
more often.
But
there is a reason why red has remained out of my wardrobe.
In
8th grade I had a beloved bright, cheery red sweater I wore probably
more than necessary. ( I can still remember how soft it was…I think it was a
Texas Rangers pullover…) In case you
didn’t know this about me, I also happened to be an overweight youth.
One
day at school, while wearing said sweater, a fellow student (a bully) told me I
looked like a “great big fat tomato”.
Silly,
I know. But I hated tomatoes at that
time. And I was a bit self-conscious of
being larger than all my peers. All that combined led me to avoid the color
red.
The
End.
So why do
I share this silly little story? Because
of the impact four words had on my life. You might think, “Oh Katy, grow up!” And I did…over twelve years. This story now
serves as a reminder of what ill spoken words can mean to someone, even if they
seem silly to us.
I feel blessed to claim more stories of kind words spoken to me
than ill words. But one conversation
with mean words takes away all those stories.
(Think warm fuzzies and cold pricklies.)
I think in today’s society
where outlets to voice our opinions are endless, we at times seem encouraged to
speak words without really thinking of how they will affect others.
We are called by Christ to speak kindly to others:
· * Be kind to one another, tenderhearted,
forgiving one another, as God in Christ forgave you. ~Ephesians 4:32
· * She
opens her mouth with wisdom, and the teaching of kindness is on her tongue. ~ Proverbs
31:26
· * So if there is any encouragement in Christ, any comfort from love,
any participation in the Spirit, any affection and sympathy, complete my joy by
being of the same mind, having the same love, being in full accord and of one
mind. Do nothing from rivalry or conceit, but in humility count others more
significant than yourselves. Let each of you look not only to his own
interests, but also to the interests of others. Have this mind among
yourselves, which is yours in Christ Jesus, ... ~Philippians
2:1-30
So, we speak kindly.
Even when driving in the ATL.
Even when everyone else is being mean
and ugly.
Even when we don’t get the grade from
the professor we feel we “deserve”.
Even when our sister leaves the toilet
paper roll empty and you discover too late (long story…).
There is something to be said in
speaking kind to each other, especially strangers. It’s unexpected. It’s not “normal” to not react negatively.
So, let us try to speak kind words this week. Maybe it can
be your Advent practice this week.
I would challenge you to think a bit more about the words
you might say before opening your mouth or typing them online.
Words have power.
Words can change the world.
Words can heal.
Gracious God, thank
you for the ability to speak kindly to one another. We don’t know each other’s burdens so give us
grace to share with others. Just as
Christ spoke to his followers in love, I pray so will we. I pray we reflect on the meaning of this
Advent; this is a season of waiting. Let
us wait with loving hearts and kindness to share with others, this day and all
days. In your most holy name, Amen.
(one more cheesy poster:)