During literature today, the little people looked up a few unfamiliar words. When Think Tank typed tilth, his autocorrect feature kept trying to change it to tilts. Maven chuckled at the pronunciation of puissant, while Think Tank wondered if we could call God “omnipuissant.” Funny guy.
We like to read aloud. They enjoy hearing and “seeing” great literature come to life. We discuss a writer’s intentions and the direction of a storyline, debate about what counts or doesn’t count as classic literature, and relate themes and plot lines to the Bible and current events. It’s also helpful listening to the little people’s pronunciation from time to time, checking out how they wield their language swords. Mini-wordsmiths all, they still can mispronounce the dickens out of what I’ve considered simple vocabulary; I’ve learned there’s nothing simple about the queen’s English. As Crusader showed me years ago, misled is not MY-zled. Ah, the power of language.
Thing is, we don’t have to get all fancy when we’re talking to God. We don’t have to call Him “Elohim” when we pray to our Abba Father. It doesn’t matter what language we use when we cry out, “Help!” “Save me!” “Here I am, Lord!” or just plain cry. Often, my silent obedience is all I have to offer, or a hand in the air—and not because I just don’t care. I do care…too much. My church mothers knew what they were talking about when they sang, “When I can’t say a word, I’ll just wave my hand.”
So, wave your hands. Weep silently. Don’t worry about publishing your thoughts for various and sundry. After all, our words will fade from the page. They’ll be forgotten, misconstrued, and well…mispronounced, to hear my little people tell it. But His Word? It lasts forever—or should I say It endures? It lives, breathes, and moves, says Luke. He speaks and it is and it does and it remains, according to Isaiah 14:24 in his own book: “The Lord of hosts has sworn, saying, ‘Surely, as I have thought, so it shall come to pass, And as I have purposed, so it shall stand.’”
Maybe you wouldn’t associate me with the word laconic—I talk just as much in real life, too. But when I say God, I’m just saying Love, Righteousness, Truth, Goodness, Faithfulness.
“The Living Word,” I added…laconically.
“In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.” John 1:1