I loved words. I love to sing them and speak them and even now, I must admit, I have fallen into the joy of writing them.
Do you love words? Do you resonate with where they have their source and where they can take you?
Isn’t it amazing that Jesus Christ is “The Word.” (John 1:1-3)
Words are more than physical letters in black ink on pages. They breathe pictures into being.
Can you see white sands, turquoise water clear as glass, gently lapping the beach while far out on the reef the crash of waves reminds you that you’re beside the sea?
Can you see a purple cow? Standing in a pink field? The cow has great white spots on it and is wearing a football helmet, the horns protruding from the ear holes in the sides of the helmet. She’s watching children with their blue ice cream cones on a nearby cotton bench. And the children are marveling at the dripping ice cream and the purple cow with the football helmet.
Amazing for calling up in us things, real. my old brown suitcase–standing for so much more than simply an old case. It’s a case in point. Symbols. Words are symbols. The are the signposts to the reality behind them aren’t they?
QUESTION: What do you think? Try out some words.