If you can't say something nice . . .

Death and life are in the power of the tongue, and those who love it will eat its fruits.
Proverbs 18:21

The Lord gifted me with a quick wit and a sharp tongue. I generally have a ready response for most situations. When I get angry, rather than getting flustered or loud, logic sets in with the capability to slice and dice an opponent to shreds. It isn’t pretty. Nor is it godly.

At about the age of 16 I believed I had the response for any situation. At 19, I began to understand that delivering the response did not always mean I won the battle. As a wife, I learned that volume could not be substituted for logic. When I became a parent I realized that sarcasm and wit was wasted on a three-year-old. Not to mention the fact that delivering the perfect line did nothing to improve a toddler’s behavior and it often got thrown back at me later.

After the age of 35 I began to work in public policy and came to understand the power of words when delivered to and twisted by the media. It was at this point that I began to realize that most people who believe the media misquoted them actually said exactly what was printed; it just wasn’t what the speaker meant. I learned to measure my words more carefully to ensure that when reading a quote of something I said, everyone would understand exactly what I meant.

Now, in my fifties (old, advanced in years) I more fully understand the concept that death and life are in the power of the tongue. I also know that, because our words do have so much power, we have a responsibility to curb what it is we say. I cringe when I hear a child belittled for spilling a drink in a restaurant. When I hear a wife disparaging her husband, it is all I can do to not warn her (ok, sometimes I do chime in) of the damage she is doing to her marriage and the self esteem of the husband she loves.

This message has come home to roost so strongly that I find I cannot even find joy in sneering at or ridiculing liberals. Don’t get me wrong, I still find socialists, liberals and ill-advised individuals annoying. And, in all honesty, I don’t mind speaking ill of socialism, liberalism or stupidity, but I now try to confine my rantings to policies, rather than to people.

Next time you are watching the news, discussing politics, driving in traffic or playing with a child, remember that the words you speak have the power of life and death in your life, the life of the person to whom you are speaking, and the life of the person about whom you are speaking.

That’s a lot of power.

Think about it.

And, that would be the reason why your mother always said, “If you can’t say something nice, don’t say anything at all.”

Lord, help us to guard our tongues and to speak life to those around us.