Sometimes I start typing, not sure what I want to blog about, but absolutely certain that I feel like flinging words into cyberspace if only for the sake of keeping my writing skills limber. When I was a high school freshman, my Creative Writing teacher advised the class to write something every day…even if we only managed a single sentence. She gave us that direction on the first day of school (September 2, 1969). I remember little else that my high school teachers supposedly taught me, but I’ve never forgotten that advice.
I don’t follow that advice strictly, although in recent years I’ve tried to blog almost daily. Usually, I approach this blog with a definite plan. I’ll want to communicate something that I believe the Lord has brought to my attention, praying that His Spirit will use my feeble words to minister to someone and to glorify Himself. But I do have days like today when I just want to write for the sake of seeing where my words want to take me. On days like today, I pray that those words, as they dance across my computer screen will end up honoring the Lord rather than showcasing my writing abilities.
Jesus said that our words reveal the condition of our heart.
33 “Either make the tree good and its fruit good, or make the tree bad and its fruit bad, for the tree is known by its fruit. 34 You brood of vipers! How can you speak good, when you are evil? For out of the abundance of the heart the mouth speaks. 35 The good person out of his good treasure brings forth good, and the evil person out of his evil treasure brings forth evil. 36 I tell you, on the day of judgment people will give account for every careless word they speak, 37 for by your words you will be justified, and by your words you will be condemned.” ~~Matthew 12:33-37 (ESV) (emphasis mine)
What do my words (spoken or written) reveal about the abundance of my heart? Do they expose an egotistical fascination with my own ability to “turn a phrase,” or do they demonstrate a love for Jesus? Due to my stubborn sin nature, my ego always taints anything I do. But hopefully I find it increasingly difficult to write without mentioning the Lord. In spite of all my self-focus, I do desire to glorify Him with my words. I wouldn’t mind if that desire intensified, mind you, but I praise Him for His grace to give me any such desire in the first place.
I like playing with words to see how far I can take them. Building them into cadences and textures that release my thoughts satisfies something deep inside me, allowing me a liberation that my Cerebral Palsy otherwise denies me. Yet if those words, in all their cleverness and occasional brilliance, divorce themselves from adoring Jesus and advancing His kingdom, they waste time and bandwidth. And I don’t want the sort of heart that such wasteful words would reveal.