Wednesday, February 25, 2015

COMPOSTING WORDS IN SOLITUDE & SILENCE

I don’t want my words to be just my opinions, built upon my prejudices and preferences.  I don’t want my words to be a recitation and regurgitation of the opinions of others.  I want my words to come from deep within, where my experiences and knowledge have been composted with the energy and heat of the Spirit of Truth that resides there.  When I submit to that process I can be sure that my words will be true and that they will be few.  One true word can do much more than many opinions or recitations, just as one apple seed can produce many more apples.

God created the whole world with three words; “Let there be light.”  God redeemed the people of the world with one Word; Jesus Christ, His Son.
Jesus was a man of few words, as was His Father. Their recorded words fill up one fairly small book, in comparison to the multitude of commentaries and books written about them and their words; a drop in the bucket, but those words fill the earth with life.  Their words are seeded with authority and have the power to transform lives.  The other words are read and relegated to their homes on book shelves, lifeless and gathering dust.

Don’t get me wrong; I love to read and study these books.  Over the years I have devoured many of them with great enjoyment.  But they are limited in their scope; they simply fill my head with information, some good, some garbage; they lack the power in the words that God speaks; the power to inspire and transform my life.  While they are beautiful for a season, they become like the fallen leaves and dead debris that gathers on the ground during fall.  In themselves they are worthless, but composted, broken down, and worked on by the Spirit of Truth they become fuel for new growth.


Solitude and silence are my compost pile.  They are the place I bring my experiences, my thoughts, and my knowledge to.  They break down deep within me to be worked on by the energy and heat of the Spirit of Truth and will then be the words I can speak; words that like seeds will be scattered to produce good fruit in the lives of those who hear and who read them.  That is my honest intention; that is my hope.

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