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Words have power...

Words have power... like … a lot of it! Not just mentally, emotionally, psychologically, etc., but in regards to … ready? Tangible beauty and physics, i.e. quantum mechanics.

Let me explain with 2 true “stories”.  They’re not exactly stories; more like happenings; which btw, I have NO experience in in telling!  And unfortunately, I heard the secondhand and do not have much detail to portray. :P

There once was a man who wanted the find the truth concerning the power of words.  So he took 2 sheets of the same kind of paper. On one sheet, he wrote “good” words, like love, peace, kindness, blessings, and other words that are godly, beautiful, and build up others.  With the same pencil, he wrote on the other sheet, words of evil, cursing, hatred, and unwholesome talk.  He then proceeded to take the pencil markings and put them in separate glass beakers.  As you know, the lead in a pencil, when placed in water, will over time solidify into bigger visible shapes.  Well, the beaker with good words lead, crystallized into gorgeous, organized, “stone” formations.  The beaker with evil words lead formed crystals in ugly shapes, seemingly contorted, broken, and disheveled.  
This is pencil lead we are talking about here.  Everything we write can testify to the power of words.

So, written words have power, but that has solid, residual material.  When we speak, the words just go into thin air right? WRONG - another man (probably a scientist) decided to test the power of spoken words.  He put one man in an empty room with a voltage meter somehow connected to his mouth or microphone. The man was told to speak kind, loving words, words of praise to God, words of blessing, etc.  The man did so, and you won’t believe it, but the electric level of those words was so high, the machine broke.  The scientist then purchased another meter and asked the man to speak curses, words of hatred, and lies, blah blah blah, into the microphone.  Again - the meter broke from extreme results, but this time in the -negative- direction.

See? The power of words is REAL (if ya didn’t get the hint before ;) ).  No wonder Paul is constantly reminding us in his epistles to - 

Ephesians 4:15
speaking the truth in love

Ephesians 4:25
putting away lying, “ Let each one of you speak truth with his neighbor,”

Ephesians 4:29
Let no corrupt word proceed out of your mouth, but what is good for necessary edification, that it may impart grace to the hearers.

Ephesians 4:31
Let all bitterness, wrath, anger, clamor, and evil speaking be put away from you, with all malice.

Ephesians 5:4
[have] neither filthiness, nor foolish talking, nor coarse jesting, which are not fitting, but rather giving of thanks.

Ephesians 5:19
speaking to one another in psalms and hymns and spiritual songs, singing and making melody in your heart to the Lord,

Philippians 2:11 
(this one isn’t exactly about how we should speak, but it’s still important).
and that every tongue should confess that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father.

Colossians 3:9
Do not lie to one another, since you have put off the old man with his deeds,

And that’s all I have to time to search Scriptures for.  I may do some more later on.  And I’m definitely going to do a blog post on the different passages related to giving thanks (which will probably have a lot from Psalms ;) ).
But before I go - here’s a really neat video my Mom found on YouTube a while ago:

Here's the link just in case the YouTube video doesn't work: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rDx9dxxRnb0&feature=related

It's kind of long, but please watch all of it.  And DEFINITELY check out the Japanese guy's website. It's fascinating...


I had something else I wanted to say, but now I've forgotten :( *sigh* Ah well... another time.


Shalom!
~CJ

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