Arrogance is when my mouth is moving but my words are not.

Words can be honed to crafted perfection by the finest wordsmiths. Yet, if we trust solely in the expanse of them to explain this God of ours or articulate our experience of Him, we will have brutally destroyed the very things we are attempting to explain. And if I should do that, no words can describe how badly I wish I had no words.

It is quite amazing that the exact touch that we need to heal a single wound, or the life-altering revelation that begins the process of healing every wound can be handed to us in the poverty of a few simple words.

I find it utterly abhorrent that the magic of language to splash marvelous visions across darkened minds and infuse hope to hearts where it had all but vanished is turned by greed and avarice to the endeavor of manipulating visions and imputing false hope. However, if we would stop ‘hearing’ the words and start ‘listening’ to them, we would bring an immediate halt to such atrocities.

Once I have impounded love and towed it into the confine of words, I have lost it altogether.

The ‘fact’ of my actions frequently collide with the ‘fiction’ of my words. And at what point will I live what I say, so I will avoid what I do?

It’s not saying something that’s been said a million times before. It’s saying something that’s been said in a way that feels as if it was missed a million times before.

It’s not saying something that’s been said a million times before. It’s saying something that’s been said in a way that’s feels as if it was missed a million times before.

To take a thought, to gingerly package it in a handful of words, and then to deliver it to a person for whom both the thought and the words within which it came are life-saving is writing at its best. Anything else is scribbling at its worst.