I hear people say, God has a funny sense of humor. I have even uttered the same colloquialism many times during moments of testing. However, I am not convinced it is God with the funny sense of humor. The more I consider the colloquialism, the more I contemplate my understanding of God’s plan. Constructively, I wonder if I am turning his tailored-made lessons into mundane jokes. Believers are constantly talking about the plan of God in our lives, in tragedies, and in victories. We speak to his loving nature. We speak to his blind-eye, in some cases. We speak to his divine intervention in other cases. In the earlier statements, the key words are, “we speak”.
We forget sometimes, how our vision of God directly correlates to our understanding of the character of God. Case in point, in hindsight this particular theme of the week began as a fiction novel. With each passing day, it feels more like a non-fiction never-ending Twilight saga. At every turn, I hear the spoken word from others being melted into ore and shaped into swords. However, the daggers fueled by doubt, fear, and sickness are all pointed inward. Of course, each dagger is brandishing an equally poisonous, rusted, and gangrene causing metal tip aimed at their very own heart.
I cannot recall a time in my life where I spoke cancerous words over myself, my life, or other people. However, I cannot condemn those who do. Yet, I wonder how different their life and this world would be, if the word was benign, instead of terminal.
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