Friday, April 21, 2017

“Words are, of course, the most powerful drug used by mankind.”

~ Rudyard Kipling

Yesterday afternoon I was made aware of something that made me spitting mad. I talked it through as best as I could with Gerry (I was so angry that I was barely coherent so that was a challenge!) then spent an hour or so at my desk–writing first, to gather my thoughts, and second to compose a letter.

I shared the letter with Gerry later and he teased, “you’ve toned it down”.

“You’ve still got to be respectful”, I said.

This letter is intended to stir up common sense and compassion in the mind of the reader, not to denigrate or be a platform for my own self-righteous anger. Words that speak with dignity, respect, and truth, are the strongest of all.

I tweaked the letter a few times and then finally set it aside for the night. This morning I’ll reread it, wordsmith as necessary, and then prayerfully send it on its way. Should these words not have the impact I’m expecting they will go out to a broader audience.

Sometimes you have to stand up and be the voice for someone who has, for a time, lost their own.

 

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I’m a writer, reader, and creative. I thought by now I’d have things figured out, but I keep coming up with more questions. I think that’s okay. I’m here most mornings pondering ordinary things and the thin places where faith intersects.
1 comment
  1. I’ve written letters….left them sit, re-tone them. And then mail them. It might not make a difference – though a few times they have – but it always makes me feel better. Knowing at least I’ve done the right thing.

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