Dear Readers! - If you even still exist ...?
almost half a year, I found nothing in here.
Why? Sure just overwhelmed.
And I notice that the item has with the death of my father but me has more than I realized.
But - I will again from time to time in here and share what.
perpetuate So many of my good friends in the world of blogs ...
Since I will not stand aside.
So here I am again.
And to compensate for my long silence, I sit in here an article that I have a few issues in "turn," published.
Be blessed!
roland
The Power the words
love six years, three years engaged, twenty-three years old, married. This is the sober stock of our relationship. Elke Brands and Roland Werner. Old love does not rust, or, as the saying is it again? Nice if it were that easy!
Because in all the years we have witnessed how some relationship has broken down around us. Old love with rust spots and cracks. Old love, but then outdated and finally landed on the scrap heap of history. Injured men, women embittered, wounded hearts, lost years.
children who remained on the track, sad and confused.
How could this have happened? How can that even with Christians happen? Most of them began with the words. The words that stayed away because we are so busy with everyday life, with work and hobbies, with stress and fun. There were just no words. No power to tell the other: you, I love you still loved her as the first day! No desire or time to say "thank you", "Please!" Or simply, "I love you" But the missing words are no substitute. Where they should have sounded all that remains empty. A void that is growing.
Not spoken words into wounds of those who yearn. Yesterday I saw it again at IKEA. A family shopping. The boy, maybe ten Years, said: "Dad, look what I'm here!" No response. The boy runs after him and tries again: "Dad, look," Again, no response. Only at the third attempt, the father turns to short grunts something unintelligible and turned away again. His son is honored to utter a word. No praise, no compassion, just not interested. Disrespectful. I wish I could run to shake the father, ask him if he does not realize what he does or does not do. I would like to raise the boy, ask him what he wanted to show his father. The father would be happy for him, who sees and appreciates. But I go further, speechless and helpless.
addition to the lack of words, there are the deliberately hurtful words. One is done from the others, reduced and degraded. Not just on the playground, but also there: teasing, which may not mean it, but life and burden of the other. In pastoral conversations, I hear this all the time. Deep wounds, beaten by mates and friends, of brothers and sisters and parents. And also from spouses.
words like blows, words that define the other, make it small and dehumanize. Deep they dig themselves into thinking and heart and left its poisonous cargo. "You're worth nothing! You are incapable! You are stupid! You're too fat! You're too small! You do not understand! You have no idea! You're a loser! Get out here you have no business! "Thousands of times they fly like fiery darts of the evil.
Why do we do that? Why we do this to each other? Do we really build our own, by making others down?
The power of words is immense. Not only God's words have power. Even our words. Power to build and power to destroy. And the wounded a soul already is, all the more hurtful words appear in it.
The power of our words describes James, the brother of Jesus impressively: "Equally it with your tongue: it is small but mighty and brings things done. Remember how small the flame may sets a great forest on fire! The tongue is a fire. It is a world full of injustice and stained the whole person. It sets our lives from birth to death in fires with a fire that comes from hell itself. The man has managed to to tame all the animals: wild animals, birds, snakes and fish. But the tongue no one has been able to tame, these restless troublemaker, full of deadly poison. With the tongue, we praise God, our Lord and Father - and with it we curse our fellow human beings who are created in God's image. From the same mouth come blessing and cursing. My brothers and sisters, this is not allowed! "(James 3)
Yes, it can not be! I will not have in my life. I do not want to hurt others by my words. And yet I recognize that I've done just that. Where I and others have made ready my words. Sometimes unintentionally and inadvertently, sometimes deliberately. In all cases, it hurts and destructive acts. I know I can use my words as weapons. Especially in marriage and have at all with people who I know well, but really nice.
The power of my words is great, I know. Therefore I pray: "Lord, let my words bring healing. Let me speak truth and that which builds up. Help me to say good things. I want with my words contribute so that others can heal. Help me to be a blessing. For my wife. For my family and friends. For my community and the community. For my environment. For this world. You, Jesus, have words of eternal life. And I want to repeat after you. "
