To be Fed by a Diet of Words

Like a steady stream, a diet of words can shape us in ways unintended, but what if we had someone feed us good words? Perhaps then the heart would find a new course to flow from.

As she climbed a couple of lectern steps to read the passage, I wondered if she would be able to read the words. She was short in stature but powerful in voice. She seemingly hid behind the eagle lectern.

For this Sunday, it wasn’t a text from the Bible that she spoke but some poetry. (You can read it in the quotes section below)

I listened, watched, and feasted. I opened my heart, and it was fed.

As she spoke, she engaged herself with the words. At times she would lean around and seemingly look directly at me as she said the final words of a sentence.

She finished reading and slowly returned to her seat right behind me.

We have a section in our service where we can greet each other and pass the peace. We turn to our neighbors and wish each other peace. I turned around, clasped this dear lady’s hands, and thanked her for how she said the words.

Words had fed me.

Anyone could have read those words, but she had chosen to serve them with gentleness and purpose. This was not a robotic, A.I. (Artificial Intelligence) rendition of a text. No, this was more an ‘I’m going to feed you some words to nourish your tired heart.’

It’s not only what you say; it’s how you say it. Words can sing together and shake the world.

 

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