You are what you speak


Avoid godless chatter, because those who indulge in it will become more and more ungodly. –2 Timothy 2: 16

It sure is a blessed day.

God willing, it will cool down.

As my savior lives, I could go for some ice water.

. . . . .

I’ll tell you what.  Avoiding godless chatter is harder than it sounds.  Especially if that means we’re suppose to pepper our speech with as many religious references as possible.

I’ve actually known some folks that do that — that insert God language into much of what they say.   “Praise Jesus it’s a glorious morning”…

Well, maybe that’s not what the scripture has in mind.

It doesn’t say “talk Jesus-y” as much as possible.

It seems to say, “Avoid language that somehow demeans or disrespects God.”

I probably don’t need to give any examples of that.  I’m guessing you know what that language sounds like.

Not just cussing, although that sure counts, but language that goes against Grace.  Language that tears down the Kingdom of God.

Bad language is a bad habit.  As the scripture says, it can become more and more destructive.

You are what you speak.  If you talk trashy, that’s what you’ll become.

The converse is probably true.  If you speak Holy, you’ll become Holy.

Yes, that’s it.  As Psalm 19:14 says it:

May these words of my mouth and this meditation of my heart be pleasing in your sight, Lord, my Rock and my Redeemer.

A little meditation before you speak could change your life.

(Jesus willing)

Have a good week,



A Very He-Man Christmas


Why are we so obsessed with cute cuddly little baby Jesus?

Don’t get me wrong.  I love the little guy, asleep on the hay.

But what about grown up, powerful Jesus? Isn’t Christmas about him, too?

You know, Jesus who changed the world at the age of thirty.

Wielder of Truth.  Master of the Universe!

Speaking of…

Do you remember He-Man?

I was 13 in the 1983, the year that “He-Man and the Masters of the Universe” debuted on TV.

I wasn’t particularly interested.

In part, it’s because I was getting too old for Saturday morning cartoons, but there was another reason:

He-Man was a big ole’ macho sword wielding barbarian, and I didn’t want to be part of a universe that had someone like that as its master.

But maybe I was wrong.

I mean, can you imagine Christmas if we sang “Oh Come Oh Come HE-MANuel?

Now there’s a laugh! But it would change the complexion of the season, to be sure.

Instead of candlelight, we’d aim spotlights in the night sky, cheering and stomping, waiting for him to appear.

Forget the cute and cuddly baby in the manger, we’d be ready for battle against the forces of evil.

And no more gentle “Silent Night” songs.  We’d be singing loud rock ballads with all the passion we could summon.

Christmas would be a loud and proud celebration of our hero: The man, the miracle, JC!!!

What do you think?

Okay, Jesus as He-Man might be a little too much testosterone.  A little too much “Defender of the Faith” and not enough “Prince Of Peace”.

But somewhere between the gentle baby and the action hero lies the Jesus I want to honor this Christmas.

The one who stood up for the hopeless and fought injustice and did it all not with a sword, but with a love stronger than any other force in the universe.

This year, on Christmas Eve, I hope to remember…

It’s not just a baby shower,

It’s the original hour of power.

Have a great week,