God, have mercy on the mouth. Amen.
By Jack Walker
Have you ever heard that saying that the tongue is the sharpest weapon? Have you ever spent any time contemplating the proverbial message? The origin of this prolific statement dates back to the ancient scripture.
Proverbs 18:21 says: “death and life are in the power of the tongue” and James 3 warns of its untamable nature.
Jack Walker
Not a religious person? Don’t stop reading yet, let me share some breakdowns that may activate a higher level of thinking and give you more inner peace.
This sentence puts a magnifying glass to the philosophy that words have the immeasurable power to provide a greater and more lasting impact than action at times. The tongue has been compared to a sword, fire, and the rudder of a ship that steers journeys and avoids or causes catastrophes.
I have single-handedly destroyed friendships, romances, potential opportunities and my own and probably several other people’s self-worth with my mouth alone. Scholars have called it a restless evil and say that it’s potent with deadly poison. Unlike physical damage that heals up or goes away, the tongue will create lingering emotional carnage that can never be forgotten or dismissed.
From a scope of proportionate ability, the tongue is a tiny organ that can result in disproportionate astronomical dangers and massacres.
I would be willing to invest a lot that anyone reading this who has already registered a particular time that resonates deeply with pain or discouragement or some type of hurt that is a direct result of another’s words. The affliction is that serious.
Consider now the opposite potential. The exact power that wreaked havoc and injured the masses and created setbacks and failures and even complete confusion whereas one might suffer being stuck so long that they gave up . . . is the ultimate convalescence and the mighty foundation to succeed.
Supposedly all geniuses talk to themselves. I know this to be a fact for sure because I do it all the time. I have been so stressed or angry that I will insult myself or talk myself directly out of a truly prosperous situation while I sweat so profusely, I nearly panic and fall out. That can’t be healthy.
Conversely, on the fringe of spectacular accomplishment I have psychologically forced myself to believe I was capable of doing something that deep inside I didn’t think I would ever be able to make happen. The words I spoke to myself in repetition–”I think. I can. I think. I can” yielded to a miraculous and surprising outcome I was so blissful about I never doubted even doubting myself in the first place.
The words are the gas, and we are the little engines that can. These are facts. Make absolutely no mistake about it. All these things happen.
Now that this is blatantly something to ponder as truth, I have a very assertive request in imperative context I want anyone reading this to always remember: Please stop telling yourself and other people that they’re not good enough!!!
Don’t let them crash by giving them false hope and don’t let them think it’s impossible either. Your hideous words could be evaporating what could’ve been or what would’ve been your kinfolk’s Nobel Prize, Olympic Gold Medal, lead role in the theatre’s play or promotion and raise at work.
I wonder how many times someone else’s sour mood cost their brethren major success.
Words go a long way. They can be very powerful. I know everyone reading this is special. Say something nice about this article, this writer, and this newspaper.
Speak this aloud: I have a big dream. Let us make it.
