I’ve
usually been befuddled by the Bible’s assertion that “in the beginning was the
Word”, but lately I’ve been seeing some significance in the phrase. Perhaps
words are, in a sense, one of the foremost starting points of creation in our
lives. Words, after all, are thoughts made into shapes and sounds, and thoughts
are a central source of power for us. Our thoughts, moment by moment, mold and manufacture
our experience, and our thoughts take form as spoken or written words which
stream through our lives like productive winds and sunshine. In all of human
history, hasn’t every disagreement, dispute, and all-out war started with
contentious words? And hasn’t every single friendship and affair of the heart
commenced with the speaking or writing of gracious words? Words work their
commanding magic on a moment to moment basis – the magic of malice or the magic
of compassion and devotion. In the beginning of both hatred and love there was,
and still is, the word – a single word or a series of these irresistible
written or spoken forces.
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