The tongue is a fire, a world of iniquity: so is the tongue among our members, that it defiles the whole body, and sets on fire the course of nature; and it is set on fire of hell.
Death and life are in the power of the tongue: and they that love it shall eat the fruit thereof.
This is the age of the put-down. It is a time of the knock, the insult, and the sneer. Sarcasm is the lingua franca of modern society. And, of course, it’s all good because we get a laugh afterward. Think it inappropriate? Prude. Feelings hurt? Quit being overly sensitive. I can cover my cruel and insulting attitude in camouflage of humor.
The problem is, people do get hurt. Oh, they may not show it on the outside, but it hurts. Remember the old adage, “Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words can never hurt me”? Wrong. Words hurt. And the reckless use of them is like piercing someone with a sword. Careless. Reckless. Rash and inconsiderate. An uncontrolled tongue is like a toddler with an UZI. It can cause unbelievable damage while remaining completely oblivious. How great a matter a little fire kindles.
It is wisdom that speaks words that heal. And a well spoken word can be like a soothing balm to the soul.
Encouragement for the discouraged.
Hope for the fearful.
Peace for the disturbed.
Grace for the needy.
Are my words hurtful or healthful? Do I wield them like a sword, or administer them like a medicine? Will they tear down, or will they build up?
“Let your speech be always with grace.” Speak “that which is good to the use of edifying, that it may minister grace to the hearer.”
Kind words may not be cool, but they are something far better. They are wise.