Uth Rev

A Monks Musings
2012-03-06 12:38:18 (UTC)

Making Them Count

So what would you say if you only had 7 words left in you? Sunday as I knelt silently to recieve holy communion that thought permeated my mind. Jesus ONLY spoke 7 words on the cross because that is all He had in Him at that time. He was sufficating, and suffering through excruciating pain. As he hung on the cross His words didn't turn inward..."poor me", "I hurt", "why me". As I reflect on myself and how I have used the words I have each day I realize my words have had a "me flaire" to them. I have tried to make them a little more pious by adding "christianize" to them. Instead of "why me" I have said "I don't understand why God has chosen to allow this to happen to me". Instead of "poor me", I have said "this latest trial is one of the hardest things I have gone through". What if... What if I took the example of our Lord and used my words to reach, comfort and support others. What if I used my words to tell God instead of others how I feel?

What if I said "God, today I am struggling because I feel lonely. I want to use my voice to answer Your call on my life but I am confused how people who use their voice to tear down, to dictate, to bring horrific events on the lives of others and to glorify self seeking causes seem to have a strong voice to do this, while I struggle to deliver a Lent sermon Wednesday night to the teens" and then aloud God to whisper His answer to me.

What if I used my voice to say "Father, forgive those who don't understand and make foolish jokes." or "Father forgive those who get frustrated with me during this time". If I truly prayed that and meant it, would my frustration and self pity deminish?

What if I used my voice to tell others "I want to tell you about the Way, the Truth and the Life. I want to share with you how you can be with me, other believers, and our Lord Jesus Christ in paradise when we are done with these old bodies."

What if I used my few words to say "Father, into Your hands I commit my situation. All that it is, all that is ever will be. I commit my vocal chords, I commit my anger, I commit my silence, I commit my words, I commit my anger, I commit my confusion, I commit my fears, I commit my desire to be in control. All these I commit into Your capable, grip! That would be a well spent quota of words every morning!

What if I used my words to reach out and comfort those in our community who are truly alone. The widows and widowers, the young people who feel forgotten by society. The orphans, the discouraged. What if I like Christ used my words to direct others to help and comfort the lonely?

What if I used my words to tell God that I am thirsty for more of His Spirit right now. "I THRIST LORD, WOW DO I EVER THIRST!!!" "I want more of Your spirit in me right now. I want to be filled by your Holy Spirit. Come Lord Jesus and quench my thirst and fill me with your presence."

What if...what if I used 3 of my words to finally say, "It is finished." God paid the price, I need to step back and stop trying to figure things out on my own. I need to stop trying to control the way things go. I need to cry out "I am finished" "Lord, please come and take control. I bow the thrown of my life to You. Come now and take control!"

What if I used my small quota of words of the next three months of silence to make a lasting impact. Could the words I speak have such power for the Kingdom of God, like our Lord and Saviors? May my words Lord, be your words, may they be seasoned with Love and marinated in the Holy Spirit...Amen!





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